For a minute, I considered making her day hell, maybe grabbing Daniel and kissing him senseless just to send a message to my overbearing boyfriend, but I managed to restrain my temper.
She was only doing what she was paid to do.
It was her boss who needed the kick in the ass.
"Sorry, Daniel," I said, flushing with embarrassment.
I felt like a scolded kid and that really irked me.
"It was nice meeting you."
He shrugged.
"If you change your mind ."
I felt Sheila's gaze on my back as I preceded her to my lounger.
Abruptly, I faced her.
"So, is getting hit on the only time you're instructed to step in? Or do you have a list of situations?" She hesitated a moment, then sighed.
I could only imagine what she must think of me, the pretty blond piece of ass who couldn't be trusted to be out mingling in public.
"There's a list."
"Of course there is."
Gideon wouldn't leave anything to chance.
I wondered when he'd worked on the list, if he'd compiled it just since I mentioned Vegas or if he'd had it on hand.
Maybe it was a list he had formed while he was with other women.
Maybe he'd written it for Corinne.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
"Un-fucking-believable," I complained to Cary when she'd stepped a discreet distance away, as if that action alone would be enough to make me forget she was hovering.
"I've got a babysitter."
"What?" I told him what happened and watched his jaw tighten.
"That's crazy, Eva," he snapped.
"No shit.
And I'm not putting up with it.
He's got to learn that relationships don't work that way.
And after all the crap he gave me about trust."
I collapsed on my lounger.
"How much does he trust me, if he's got to have someone shadowing me to chase strangers away?" "I'm not down with this, Eva."
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of his chair.