A Perfect Fit(4)
Marissa brought the phone to her ear, not surprised to see she was trembling from what just happened. Beau Evans had a lot of explaining to do before she fired him, but not before she calmed Kirk down.
“I’m here”
“What happened? I thought I heard a scuffle going on. Do I need to call the police?”
“I’m okay. I just fired your bodyguard. He didn’t take it too well.”
“What? You can’t fire him. He works for me.”
Now it was Marissa’s turn. “What?” Apparently, he was serious about her well being, if he was willing to use his own money. “Kirk, I can take care of”
“What? I can’t hear you. I’m going through a tunnel. I’m glad you’re okay. Talk to you again soon. Enjoy your weekend. Bye, love.” He hung up. Marissa pulled the phone from her ear, ready to explode. A tunnel, in Gainesville, Florida?
There was an unexpected knock at the door. “Miss Lambert, is everything okay?”
A light came on and Marissa turned to face Beau Evans. He’d moved to the door where the light switch was located. She was ready to blast the man for the scare he’d given her, and then fire him. But all that changed the moment she saw who she was dealing with. He was the incredibly handsome stud who’d been watching her in the audience. The one with the intense, I want to fuck you right now stare.
He’s my bodyguard?
Marissa tried to swallow. She wasn’t usually nervous by nature, but this Texas cowboy was nothing like what she had envisioned. And the way he was looking her over now caused a flood of desire through her body. He had nerve. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he found her attractive. His sexy, crooked smile didn’t undermine the look of determination on his face, though. He meant business.
And Marissa knew then that Beau Evans was going to be trouble.
Chapter 2
“Miss Lambert?” Another knock sounded. There was obvious concern and panic in the speaker’s tone.
Beau kept his burning gaze on her, and reached blindly for the doorknob. He opened it a tad. “Miss Lambert is okay.” He closed the door without looking at the person on the other side.
Handsome stud or not, Marissa decided to get right to the point. “Nothing against you, but you’re fired.” She tried to ignore the tiny scar at the corner of his sensual mouth.
“I don’t work for you. You can’t fire me.” He cocked a brow. “Even if you can take care of yourself.” His sexy drawl clearly said he didn’t think so.
Marissa pressed her lips together. “You caught me by surprise.” All of him caught her by surprise. He had the whole package right down to his muddy cowboy boots. He was a true Texan, and nothing close to her unflattering description to Kirk.
He laughed. “You think the killer is going to announce himself?”
Damn him! “Well, maybe I can’t fire you, but after what you just did, I can call your boss and demand another bodyguard.” Marissa slapped her hands on her full hips.
Why is he laughing again?
“My brothers and I own Evan’s Security and I’m afraid they’re all on assignments right now.”
Good God, there was more like him?
“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you.”
Marissa was preoccupied with the way his sensuous mouth formed the words, until what he said reached her on a conscious level. He was stuck with her? Her gaze returned to his. There was amusement swimming in his chocolate eyes. Rich, decadent chocolate that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful. Her lips twitched in response. She liked a man with a sense of humor, even directed at her.
Beau Evans was a big, well-proportioned man, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans revealed his powerful, muscular thighs. Marissa couldn’t help her wandering gaze as it moved down his body, then back up again. She gauged his height to be somewhere around six feet five. Not too many men made her feel small, but this one did.
“So, where’s the hat, cowboy?”
“In my truck.”
It figured he’d have a truck. Didn’t all macho Texans?