I tried to regain my dignity and stepped forward only to find my hem had caught on a thorn. I could swear that our gardener planted roses with mutant thorns that reached out and grabbed you. I wasn't going to take the time to carefully unhook it; not with this nerve-wracking man waiting for me. I tugged, wincing as the hem tore.
"I just tore my dress," I said unnecessarily since surely he'd heard the loud rip.
"There wasn't much of it to start with," he said. "Hell, baby, your hair is nearly longer than your dress. Surprised your boyfriend lets you ride with your ass hanging out."
Wow, what a judgmental jerk. And a complete chauvinist. I sputtered with indignation. "H-He's not my boyfriend. We work together. And my ass was most certainly not hanging out."
***
My father, head of a renowned think tank, has come up with an ingenious approach to policing the exploitation of the world's remaining natural resources. Unfortunately, there are profiteers who will do anything to stop him from presenting his ideas. They are threatening to use me as leverage to shut him up.
Now my dad has gone into overprotective overdrive and hired a bodyguard to keep his little princess from being kidnapped. But there's a wedding I can't miss. My best friend's getting married and I'm her maid of honor. And a badass bodyguard hovering nearby would surely put the guests on edge and ruin the wedding festivities. But how to hide a big, dangerous-looking man in plain sight?
Convince him to attend as my boyfriend, of course.
