Bodyguard: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (Snake Eyes Book 1) by Tabatha Kiss Read Free Book Online Page B

pistol from the duffel bag on the floor.
    I glance out my window, hearing the roar of a motorbike flooring towards us. A third man in black points a gun at me. “Fox—!”
    He raises his gun towards the window and pulls the trigger, clipping the third man on the cheek with a single bullet. The bike lurches to the side, sending him across the pavement in a red, bloody heap. My jaw drops, but I can’t make myself look away.
    “Dani, you okay?”
    I turn to him, taking slow, smooth breaths. He looks straight ahead, weaving in and out of traffic with extreme focus. My skin feels cold and the slightest wind gives me chills. I look down and realize I’m still in my robe. “I’m naked.”
    His eyes wander down my legs but retreat forward again just as quickly. “We’ll find you some clothes. Just relax and keep your head down.”
    I grip my robe tighter around me and slide down in the seat.

Chapter 7
    Fox
     
    I push the key into the lock and open the door, gesturing Dani in first. She walks inside with her head down, although I wonder if it did any good sneaking her in here. How am I supposed to keep her hidden when everyone in the world knows her face? Even the old man at the front desk looked twice as we walked passed it to get to my room. I suppose it’s not every day a pretty girl in nothing but a bathrobe sneaks into a hotel room with a mysterious man.
    Then again, this is Los Angeles.
    I lock the door behind us and Dani sits down on the edge of the bed, her fingers still clutched around the neck of her short robe. Her thighs stick out the bottom, attached to long, perfect legs and bloody toes. She’s pale, her eyes are cold, devoid of that spark she usually has.
    I walk across the room and grab a disposable cup off the bathroom counter and fill it with water from the sink. “Dani, you okay?”
    She looks up at me with trembling eyes. I offer her the cup and she takes it. “Yeah.”
    “It’s okay to say no,” I add.
    “Good.” She sighs and takes a slow sip. “I might change my answer then.” A tone rings out and she lurches so hard, water spills over the side of her cup. She reaches into the pocket of her robe. “It’s my dad.” I take the phone from her hand before she can answer it. “Wait—”
    “No phone.”
    “No phone?! I have to answer that, Fox. He’ll have seen the apartment by now—”
    “He’ll live.”
    “ Fox.” She stares up at me with narrow eyes. “If I don’t call my dad, he’s going to freak out. Do you want Bennett Roberts to freak out?”
    I bite my inner cheek. “ I will call him — from a different phone. This one can be traced and we don’t want that.”
    “Fine,” she says, obviously too exhausted to argue. She rips the bandage off her face and tosses it into the trash can near her feet, flinching at the pain it brings her. My cheek tingles, reminded once again of the same scar I have on my own face.
    Dani Roberts. It’s finally sinking in. I’m in her presence again. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, I feel that electrical charge radiating my nerves. I haven’t felt it since the last time I saw her. Blood pumps in my ears. My skin tickles. Saliva gathers beneath my tongue. She’s here . In my motel room.
    She’s sitting on my bed.
    I clear my throat and step towards the closet for my suitcase. “It’s not much,” I say, grabbing one of my white dress shirts and a pair of black boxers, “but they’ll fit until we can get you something else.”
    Dani takes them from me and nods without speaking, nor does she show any telling emotions as to whether she’s appalled by the thought of wearing them. She reaches up and slides her fingers through her hair. It falls about her face and the damp, blonde locks stick to her cheeks until she pushes them behind her shoulders to bare her neck. Her tongue wets her cherry lips and my manhood strains against my slacks.
    I turn to the door. “Stay here.”
    “Where are you going?” She stands up to follow me and I