Sweet Temptation: A Players Rockstar Romance (Players, Book 3)

look at her surroundings.
“I’ll take a better look around the property,” I told her. “And Brody has some guys coming to scope out the house for your new alarm system later. I can let them in and take care of it.”
“For how long?”
“You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll make myself as invisible as I can.”
“I’ll be working in my studio all night.”
“That’s fine.”
“It’s gonna be boring as fuck,” she informed me.
“You’re not required to entertain me.”
“Mm-hmm. So you just literally follow me around now?”
“There’s a lot more to it than that. But essentially, from your point of view, yes.”
“From my point of you, you’ve just gotten hella annoying. Just so you know.”
She was checking me out, waiting for a reaction.
I didn’t give her one.
I was starting to get the feeling she didn’t actually dislike me as much as she was pretending to.
Her eyes said something else. Something a lot… flirtier.
But there was really no place for that here.
“I’ll do my best to remain unobtrusive and non-annoying,” I told her. “I don’t think I ever annoyed my clients before. You can ask them, if it makes you feel better.”
“Oh, clearly you come highly recommended. Brody and Jude were totally crushing on your skills back there.” She glanced at me, waiting for a reaction again. “I just don’t particularly want anyone breathing down my neck. It’s nothing personal.”
“No offense taken.”
“Ugh. Why do you have to be so cool about it?”
I glanced at her. “Excuse me?”
“Kind of makes me like you. Which is also annoying.”
Okay. She was definitely flirting with me.
And what was even more annoying was that I was kind of enjoying it.
But I told her, point-blank, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with me anymore.”
She gaped at me for a moment, but recovered quickly.
“Yeah… that’s a no-can-do situation,” she said. “If your keen observational skills haven’t picked up on it yet, I flirt with everyone.”
“Everyone?”
She sighed. “Not everyone. Almost everyone. Either way, do not think you’re getting special treatment.”
I said nothing. But Christ, this job was getting… interesting.
How long had it been since I’d been laid?
Suddenly, inconveniently, stupidly, that was the only thought in my head. And my dick was pretty keen to remind me it had been a while. A long while.
Couple of months…
Okay, several months. Half a year, maybe. Who was counting?
Wasn’t my fault I hadn’t met anyone who’d blown my doors off in a while.
Or maybe it was.
I looked at my new client, trying not to make it obvious. She had her hair and makeup done, and she looked just as good as she did without makeup. Just more… glamorous. Dangerous. She looked damn good driving her car, in her weird but probably fashion forward muppet-fur-looking electric-blue jacket.
I wouldn’t even let myself look at those black pants or the boots again. Fully clothed from neck to toe, the woman was walking sex.
She knew it, too.
I tried to shift gears, focus on what was important here—her safety.
“Maybe you want to slow down,” I cautioned her. She had a bit of a lead foot on the gas pedal. We were merging into heavy traffic on the Lions Gate Bridge into downtown, and I’d already clocked that her driving style was a bit… reckless.
“Or maybe I don’t,” she said.
I stifled a sigh.
I was plenty accustomed to clients giving me push-back. Especially the ones who were used to getting their own way in life, on their own terms. Trying to convince them that they needed me was both a frustrating and mind-numbingly boring recurring struggle—and one of the main reasons I’d planned to retire my bodyguard services.
So I could focus instead on consulting and co-running my company with my two partners.
Our specialty at Sentinel Security Group was VIP protection, and my last ongoing close protection detail had been for a trust fund kid—fully grown—with the personality traits of a spoiled toddler. By the end of it, I’d become so tired and so fucking bored of being in constant friction with a spoiled princess that I’d sworn it would be my last assignment.
When Summer gave me static, though… it was far from boring.
It was oddly electrifying.
Sitting next to her, I felt the intense energy of her presence… It was coming off of her like a static charge, and it crackled in the air between us. I could feel my whole body wanting to tune in to it, even as I remained outwardly calm. In control.
I never lost control.
And I did not like my body betraying me this way.
My dress pants felt too fucking tight. I definitely needed to swing by my place at some point, change into something more comfortable.
And maybe jack off in the shower.
Maybe Andre was right. I should’ve screwed Tamara’s friend with the long legs last night.
Of course, if I’d done that… I may never have picked up that call from Brody and I wouldn’t even be here right now. Some other asshole would be in my place, one of my colleagues or one of my competitors, and that would not fucking do.
“So…” Summer kept throwing me glances as she drove, probably wondering why I’d gone conspicuously mute. “Who’s coming to my house to do the alarm thing? Maddox?”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Maddox. He’ll be bringing another guy with him. They’ll be prepping to put in the new alarm system tomorrow.”
“Which I didn’t actually approve of,” she pointed out. “How much is that gonna cost me?”
Totally not in my job description to answer that. Maddox didn’t work for me, and his services didn’t go on my bill. But I’d advised her that she needed the alarm system, and I wanted to put her at ease. “Maddox owes Brody a favor. It’s a currency with these guys.”
“These guys?”
“The Kings. You know, bikers.” Surely I didn’t have to explain to her who or what the West Coast Kings were. She seemed to know Jude well enough. “Anything that’s going to actually cost you, I’m sure Brody will keep you informed.”
“Right. Well, just so we’re clear. I don’t think