“At least we can joke about it already,” he mumbles. “Hey, what rhymes with fired ?” His gaze flicks my direction, and I grin. I won’t mess that up for you.” “Thank you.” I pretend to write something down.
This … this was crossing basic lines that no employer and employee should ever cross.” “You shouldn’t quit. “You want to quit? Over a mishap?” “Tackling you on my first day was a mishap. “Huh?” “Are you really okay with what happened, or do you want me to call Trav and tell him I can’t work for you anymore?” I frown. It would be, like, blasphemous to the gods of gay sex. Because something that explosive can’t be forgotten. Maybe I can convince my brain that last night was a wicked fantasy instead of a memory, and I can use it for when I’m alone with my hand.
It’s better to end it now before I catch those dreaded feelings. So, yeah, pretending it didn’t happen is what’s best. I’ve done the forbidden relationship thing before. I knew the minute he shut down that I had to make a clean break. Last night was a mistake, and we shouldn’t have done it. “I can’t tell if you’re being passive aggressive or mocking.” Neither can I, if I’m being honest. It’s not exact but close enough.” I scribble that down. Enforce it … Mostly.“What’s a word that rhymes with regret?” I ask on the way home. Just because he fascinates me, that doesn’t mean I like him. He may be the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, and I may feel sorry for the celebrity life he’s been forced into since he was a teenager, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m doing it for the money and nothing else. Protecting people is not what my company usually does, but the boss knows I need money, and the pop star is offering an insane amount to live with him and make sure no more crazy fans break into his house. I’ve been avoiding the dreaded B word for as long as I can, but after a close call with a rambunctious fan, I can’t do it anymore.Īnd when he shows up, he not only screams badass, he’s another B word I try to stay away from: boyfriend material.
How about twenty thousand fans screaming my name.īut the price of fame comes with an increased risk to my safety. What happens when the most successful boy band on the planet breaks up?
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