what else am I to think other than you came looking for me?”
Ainsley frowned. The man had an oversize ego. She had no intentions of stroking it by agreeing to how good the sex was. “I’m not here to see you. I’m here to see Dr. Chambers.”
He dropped his hands to his side, straightened from the wall and lifted a brow. “Dr. Chambers?”
“Yes.”
After pausing a moment, he asked, “And what is your business with him?”
She narrowed her eyes. “What are you, his bodyguard?”
Winston inwardly smiled. She didn’t know just how close to the truth that was. “Yes, I’m his bodyguard and you need to state your business with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She then opened the small pouch around her neck and pulled out a business card. “Here. Now if you’ll just let him know I’d like to meet with him, I would appreciate it.”
Winston studied the card she handed him. Ainsley St. James, News Reporter, The New York Times . He glanced back at her. Ainsley? Her real name was Ainsley? He smiled, liking it already.
“What’s so funny?” she asked in a waspish tone.
He wiped the smile off this face. “Nothing.”
He then glanced back down at the card...at her occupation again. She was a reporter? Aw, hell. Winston immediately thought about his brother Evan who’d played in the NFL. A couple years back Evan had fallen for some reporter who had only wanted a story. She had pretended affection for Evan while doing an exposé on NFL players’ use of steroids. Although Evan’s reputation hadn’t gotten damaged by the story, several of his teammates’ had and he’d felt partly to blame. Winston recalled his brother’s pain at the woman’s betrayal and he had made up in his mind after that episode to never get involved with a reporter.
He glanced back at her and slid the business card in the pocket of his shirt. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your car,” he said, taking hold of her arm.
She dug in her heels. “Wait! I can’t leave yet. I told you I’m here to see Dr. Chambers.”
“He doesn’t want to see you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “How would you know?”
“I know because he doesn’t do reporters.”
“I understand that. I also know he’s gone to great lengths to keep his whereabouts hidden and all.”
“Yes, he has,” Winston replied, and then one dark brow rose. “And that has me wondering how you found him.”
She blew out a deep breath. “Surely you don’t expect me to expose my sources.”
“Yes, I do. Either to me or Chambers. Either way he won’t see you.”
“Then I want to hear it from him.”
“He’s busy.”
“I’ll wait. You’re his bodyguard, not his spokesman.”
Winston chuckled as he leaned back against the wall again. “He values anything I tell him, trust me.” Every muscle in his body went rigid when a suspicion Winston didn’t like floated across his mind. Had she been on to him that night? He looked at her and frowned. “That night you told me you were in Hilton Head on a vacation.”
“I was for two weeks. My boss called and since I was in the area, he offered me a chance to do the interview.”
And it was an interview she wouldn’t be getting. “I really don’t know what to tell you, Red, but Chambers—”
“My name is Ainsley. You know it now so use it,” she said harshly.
He smiled. The woman was feisty but then he’d known that. That night they’d practically had a sex marathon and she had bit him a couple times with her teeth, clawed his back with her nails and nearly sucked him dry with her mouth. Winston felt a tightening in his gut when he remembered the latter. She had gone down on him in a way no other woman had. His gaze lowered to her mouth. He loved that mouth. It was sexy with full lips. He loved kissing it, tonguing it, nibbling on it...and he also enjoyed what she could do with it.
“Winston?”
He glanced back at her eyes. “Yes, Ainsley ?”
Ainsley drew in
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