Brandy
“Jesus Brandy, are you trying to kill me!?” Nate’s rhetorical question filled the car the instant we were safely driving away in his bright orange Challenger. Those baby blues of his raking over my body and I swear I felt it as if he had physically caressed me.
“You said you needed me to distract Axel.” My innocent reply and body language didn’t amuse him.
He ran a hand through his wet hair. I smirked, knowing he had taken a shower for a particular purpose. “How was your shower by the way?”
“Cold and damn lonely is what it was,” he snapped. “And it still didn’t help.”
I aimed a pouty face at him. “Aww, poor little perturbed bodyguard. Got a case of the blue balls.”
“Keep that up and I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank you,” he growled warningly and a thrill ran throu
