“You don’t leave Fortnum’s unless you’re with me,” he said.
Holy f**king cow, cow, cow!
I struggled for a second and then decided not to fight it.
I wouldn’t win anyway.
First off, Lord knew I needed a bodyguard. Second, Hank obviously set this up. Last, no way, in hell, was I going head-to-head with Luke.
So, I said, “Okay.”
“Outside this store, you don’t do anything unless you can see me.”
“Okay.”
“You aren’t anywhere unless I’m close enough for you to touch me.”
I gulped at any thought of touching him.
“Okay,” I said, but it sounded kind of strangled.
“We straight?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Roxie, listen to me.”
I stared at him. If I listened any closer, my ears would start bleeding.
“I know you’re Hank’s woman and I don’t give a f**k. I also know the stories of the two who came before you, Indy and Jet. You mess around, do something stupid, put my ass on the line, you answer to me. Got that?” I nodded again. I definitely got it.
“You don’t want to answer to me,” he warned.
I suspected he was right but I had to ask, out of curiosity.
“What would…” I cleared my throat, “answering to you entail… exactly?”
“You don’t wanna know,” he replied.
I nodded and decided I didn’t.
He got closer and his indigo eyes went funny.
“I’d never raise my hand to a woman,” he assured me.
I nodded again and let out the breath I was holding.
“Therefore, I’d have to get creative,” he finished.
Good God.
“I promise to be good,” I said quickly.
“One more thing.”
Shit.
“Yes?” I asked, even though I seriously did not want to know.