Captured by the Bodyguard(18)

Maybe it was best to keep him at arm’s length the way he did her, thought Alexandra. That way, he could focus on his job and she could pretend she didn’t care either way.

Shoving him firmly from her mind, Alexandra stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror, the product of more than an hour of primping. Yep, now she looked and felt ready for some after-dark excitement. She’d had to tone down her social activities ever since that mess with the intruder whom they still hadn’t caught or identified. But tonight was Malia’s night and it was happening in the trendiest nightclub in the city, Club Déjà vu. She’d been there a few times and it was definitely an A-lister late-night playground with state-of-the-art everything.

Malia’s fantastic boyfriend Carl, who worked in the entertainment industry as some kind of talent agent, had been great about fixing a few live performances with some major hip-hop star to go with the club’s cutting-edge DJ who’d be providing all the R & B, rock, hip hop, house and mash up music they’d need to really get down.

Alexandra for one was looking forward to the flowing cocktails as well as the chance to soak in the exhilarating ambience that came from being part of an energized crowd. She was sick of being cooped up like a frightened chicken, anxious about her own shadow and unable to have any real fun. Well, none of that tonight. She was going to go wild for the next few hours and nothing had better stand in her way…



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When Alexandra finally emerged from her bedroom, Cane took one look at her and said in a carefully schooled tone, “No way you’re going out like that.”

Alexandra glanced down at her tight-fitting white halter mini dress with its deep low plunge cowl neck. It featured an entirely backless design with a hem which barely skimmed underneath her bum. She’d been gunning for her club dress to have a risqué factor to it and she felt sure it wasn’t that bad as to elicit that terrible scowl Cane had on his face. Rihanna had worn the exact same thing just last week to go clubbing in London after her last concert. It had cost a pretty penny with its designer price tag but Alexandra had been in the mood to pamper herself which she didn’t always do. And in her opinion, she was pulling off the freakum dress look quite well tonight.

Ignoring Cane’s dark stare, Alexandra twirled and tossed her sleek hair over her shoulder, giving him a view of her exposed back, the dress held up by its halter necktie. She knew how much skin she was displaying and how little was left to the imagination especially since the dress obviously allowed for no bra. Alexandra had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to her body and if she wanted to flaunt it tonight, then Cane or no one could tell her differently, she fumed to herself.

“Please be reminded that you’re just my bodyguard, not my fashion advisor,” she told him primly as she turned back to face him. “I’m sure I look good.”

“Oh, not simply good,” Cane told her in a mild tone that contrasted with his thunderous gaze, adding, “More like whorish and extremely fuckable.”

Alexandra flinched as if slapped. It took a few moments before she could find her voice. “How dare you speak to me that way?” she breathed in anger.

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’m only saying what I’m thinking. And if you were to go anywhere dressed like that, men would be thinking the exact same thing. The last thing you want is to come across cheap especially not at your best friend’s party. So why don’t you choose something more appropriate?”

Alexandra stared at him in helpless fury. Oh man, he was pushing it. She didn’t care how fucking tough he was. She was so ready to scratch his eyes out for talking to her like she was a dumb seventeen year old trying to sneak out to an 18 to 21 club. She knew if she searched deep down, she’d admit to herself that she’d worn the dress to get his attention. She’d wanted to blow his mind with her sexy outfit and ready-to-fuck heels. Okay, so she knew that on a celeb who normally got away with wearing the raciest attires in public, this dress might look quite the thing, but on someone like Alexandra... Still, she didn’t think he had the right to say she looked cheap because she knew she didn’t.

He, on the other hand, looked the freaking bomb. No surprise there, thought Alexandra with grudging approval. Faultlessly neat as ever, he looked breathtakingly stylish in his smart shoes, collared shirt and trousers topped with a matching jacket. She felt struck down by such effortless brawn blended in with so much masculine appeal it actually hurt to look at him. Damn he was fine.

But she’d still maul him if he didn’t stop talking to her like she was some bug squirming underneath his thumb.