All I Want is You
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I liked her attention, liked that she zeroed in on me in a crowded room. That she felt the same connection I did.
That connection made me lose sight of the whole mission. I put her in more danger.
It’s a glaring reminder of why I never date clients.
Not that Hayley is a typical client.
“Someone was shooting at me,” she says, sounding more confused than panicked, trying to work out what I just told her. “Why? Who would even…”
I wrap my hand around her wrist, moving toward the service entrance door, the beginning of my hastily planned escape route.
“I don’t have time to explain right now,” I tell her, giving her a gentle tug. “We’ll talk when you’re safe.”
“The people who were shooting at me just became intimately familiar with some fists,” she replies, hooking her thumb back toward the club’s main room. “I think I’m safe. Besides, I can’t leave Alexa here, and we need to wait for the police. They’re going to have some questions about what happened here tonight.”
I want to pick her up and carry her out of the building. Knowing that it’ll be easier to disappear if we don’t draw any attention to ourselves is the only thing that stops me.
“You have to come with me, Hayley.” I admire her concern for her friend, but I’m desperate to make her see reason. I haven’t lost a client yet—she’s not going to be the first. “One of my guys is taking care of Alexa. He’s gonna keep her safe, and I have another one here to deal with the police. They’re—”
“Excuse me, your guys?”
“I’m a bodyguard.”
“You’re a bodyguard,” she repeats, sliding her hand up into her hair, pulling it away from her face. She scrunches her brows together, giving me a look. I just made myself a human shield to keep her from getting shot; I’m not sure what I can do or say in the next few seconds that will make her trust me.
“Do you remember Carson Taylor?” I ask.
Mentioning his name lands like a physical blow. Hayley flinches like I’ve slapped her. I know she remembers him. Carson told me the horror story that was their breakup, the way he treated her before and after.
I’ve seen the restraining order.
I know first hand that Carson leaves a hell of an aftermath that’s difficult to navigate.
“I remember him.” Hayley squares her shoulders. She raises her chin, defiant, but the tremble in her voice betrays her.
“He got himself in trouble with some bad people,” I tell her, which is an understatement. He owes a crime lord a shitload of money, and that guy wants to take the one thing he thinks Carson still cares about—Hayley—to persuade him to pay up. But you can’t bleed a rock, and I’m not letting Carson’s bad decisions hurt anyone else. “He knew they’d come after you to get to him, and they have. I can’t protect you if I don’t get you out of here.”
Hayley bites her lip. She wants to believe me. “Alexa is my best friend. My family. I can’t just—”
“I know that trusting me is a lot to ask. We just met, and this isn’t the way I wanted to introduce myself to you.” I recall what she said when we met a few minutes ago, what those words did to me. What they made me want to do to her. I push all that away, making myself focus on her safety and nothing else. “Alexa is in good hands, I promise. If you want to keep her and everyone else in this club safe, we have to get out of here. Now.”
Hayley nods. I carefully open the service entrance door and poke my head out, unsure of what waits on the other side.
The coast is clear, just as I’d hoped.
I take Hayley’s hand and we step outside.
“You don’t have a getaway car?” Hayley asks quietly, the first time she’s spoken in the past five minutes.
We’re a few blocks away from the club, and I haven’t seen any signs of trouble. I glance back at her as I lead her through the last of countless alleyways, toward Dupont Circle. The evening crowd is in full swing, and it’ll be easy for us to disappear.
“I don’t like being in a car in the busy parts of the city,” I explain. “If we hit any kind of traffic, we’re sitting ducks.”
We pass the back entrance to a greasy Chinese takeout spot, and I pluck a jacket off the railing, then slip it over her shoulders.
“It’s mine,” I tell her. I’d left it here when I did a quick run-through of our escape route right before I showed up at the club. If I’d been even a minute later…
Hayley slides her arms through the sleeves, completely swimming in the leather. She nestles her head against the collar, closing her eyes as she breathes deep. The smell must comfort her, and that thought makes me want to kiss her until she forgets her own name.
I shake my head a little, like that’ll get my mind off her. I’ve got to focus.
I wrap my arm around Hayley and tuck her against my side, walking at a pace that’s brisk enough to weave through the crowd, but nothing that’ll draw attention.
“Let your hair fall down around your face,” I tell her, like we’re having a casual conversation. “Tug the jacket closed so no one can see your dress. The less identifiable you are, the better.”
She does as I say.
The goal is to pass ourselves off as any other couple, like I gave her my jacket to keep out the unseasonable chill in the air. We continue for a couple of blocks, then take a detour onto a residential street. Leaves are rustling in the wind; I have to concentrate to make out any suspicious sounds.
Hayley’s whole frame is stiff and on guard, so I rub her shoulder, and she relaxes against me.
Apart from another couple about a hundred feet or so ahead of us, there doesn’t appear to be anyone else around. Going down Swann on our way to 17th seems to have been a good choice. I keep my arm around Hayley, partly for the ruse, and partly for comfort. We’re close to the rendezvous point when I catch the quick clip of footsteps behind us.
“Laugh,” I tell Hayley. “Laugh like I said something funny.”
She lets out a noise that sounds a lot like a dying cat, and I can’t help but smile. I twirl her into an alleyway to our left, and her surprised laugh that follows seems genuine. I plant my hand against the wall next to Hayley’s face to keep her hidden and press my body against hers. It’s strategic; it keeps her protected if I’m going to have to deal with the person behind us, and makes us look like a horny couple taking a minute to ourselves if I don’t.
Her breasts press against my chest with every breath she takes, and I have to actively ignore the fact that I’m a man to focus on being a bodyguard. It’s difficult with Hayley, though, everything about her draws me in. She’s so gorgeous. Tousled blonde hair and clear blue eyes with a smile that lights up a room. I slide my thumb along the plump curve of her lower lip, briefly wondering what she tastes like.
The footsteps echo closer.
I press my forehead to Hayley’s, turn my head to the side just enough to get a good look at the woman passing by, heels clicking heavily on the sidewalk. She doesn’t even notice us here.
“Why did you do that?” Hayley asks, her voice trembling.
I don’t know what she’s asking. There are a few things I’ve done in the past minute that require explanation, so I go for the simplest answer.
“I wanted to get out of the way,” I explain. “I don’t like having anyone on my six.” The tip of my nose brushes against hers as I turn my head and face her. The air between us is charged. I could lean in and—
“What’s a six?”
I let out a quick huff of a laugh, effectively breaking the moment.
Hayley’s eyebrows bunch together irritably. “You don’t have to laugh at me, I just—”
“I’m not laughing at you,” I tell her, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You are a surprise, Hayley Grey.”
The alarm on my watch chirps—we’re already running late to get the car. “Come on.” I push away from the wall and reach for Hayley’s hand. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
Davis is a big guy, intimidating. Hayley hangs back on the sidewalk as I approach him. “Inconspicuous,” he says, nodding toward the car as he tosses me a set of keys. “Just like you wanted, Boss.”
“Thanks. Are we clear?” No one followed us, and I want to make sure no one followed him, either.
Davis nods. “All clear.” He looks over at Hayley, whose hands are twisted into the lapel of my jacket. She looks nervous, and I don’t blame her. It’s one thing to ask her to walk with me to safety, it’s another thing to ask her to get in a car to places unknown.
I know I’m asking a lot, but the stakes are high.
“She okay?”
I nod. “Shaken up.”
Davis presses his lips together, then gives me a wary look. “You sure you wanna do this? One of the other guys can handle it. You know we’re capable.”
He knows I’m too close to this. Hell, I know it too, but that’s not stopping me. I tell him what I told him earlier, when he asked me the same thing. “I need to take care of this one myself.”
He nods; he knew that’d be my answer. “Darcy packed a bag for her. I put it in the trunk along with a cooler with enough food for the next couple of days.”
“Thanks.”
Davis has connections and ways of making criminals back off. The guy who’s after Carson—Damien Hunt—has some skeletons in his closet that Davis is gonna bring into the light of day if Damien doesn’t agree to forget Hayley exists. Davis is the only man for this job; he knows how to finesse a situation, and he’s a powerful negotiator.
I’m more of a fan of brute force, and the situation with Hayley is far too delicate for that.
“You’ll let me know when you’ve taken care of the problem?” I ask.
“The hot second. And I’ll let you know when Garrett’s done with Carson.”
Davis and I shake on it, and he takes off as I walk over and open the door for Hayley.
“C’mon,” I say, giving her an encouraging smile. “Get in.”
She does not get in. Even though she’s still fidgeting with my jacket, she gives me a defiant look. It’s annoying as all hell given the circumstances, but admiration manages to break its way through.
“We don’t have time for this,” I tell her, impatiently casing the area. The longer we stand around, the greater chance we have of our streak of good luck ending, and I want to get out of here now. “I can’t keep you safe if you don’t trust me.”
She looks around, bouncing on the heels of her feet. Her resistance is crumbling.
“It’s just gonna be you and me,” I tell her. “No one knows where we’re headed, and no one will follow us. Everything’s gonna be okay, but we have to go now.”
She hesitates a second longer, then lowers herself into the car.
3
Hayley
“Do you remember Carson Taylor?”
Hunter’s words replay on a loop in my head as we drive along a lonely two-lane road. How could I possibly forget him? My first serious boyfriend, the charismatic guy everyone I loved warned me of, the troubled person who drifted further and further away from me the harder I tried to hold on to him.
He stole from me and lied to me to chase a high. That he’s in trouble with bad people doesn’t surprise me. That they think they can come after me to get to him absolutely does.
Carson and I had an instant, deep connection that left a trail of destruction in its wake. One he never seemed to get over, and one I’ve spent the last year and a half trying to forget.
We were a cautionary tale, a warning against falling hard and fast, of acting on impulse when you meet a stranger who feels like a friend, and letting yourself take more than you should.
Hunter’s been driving for what seems like hours. We’ve been on the highway and off again, along main streets and back roads, alternating one after the other. I know we were heading south earlier, but now? I have no idea where we are.
I guess that’s the point.
The adrenaline from our escape has worn off. I’m completely exhausted, and yet too anxious to sleep. Hunter must be running on fumes, but he’s awake and alert, his gaze focused on the road. Every minute or so he checks the rearview, constantly on the lookout to make sure we don’t have a tail.
I have so many questions for him but don’t dare ask them now. I wish he’d talk about something, though, because the silence is killing me.
Till now I’d been fiddling with the radio, playing deejay for this long, awkward road trip. But we’ve reached the point where we’re outside any broadcast areas, and this old car doesn’t have anything more than a cassette player and an AM/FM receiver.
It’d be nice to be able to distract myself with a game on my phone or something, but Hunter stashed it away in some alley by the club, worried that whoever is after me would be able to trace the signal to our whereabouts.
I sigh and sink back against the headrest. The brush scattered along the side of the road is nothing more than a blur in the darkness, illuminated by the headlights and then gone.
Every so often I’m tempted to turn and full-on admire Hunter here in the dark. There’s something about the way the shadows cut across his face that makes him even more beautiful than he is in the light. Maybe it has something to do with the intense look in his eyes, the focus that he has on keeping me safe. I know it’s his job, but having that intensity and protectiveness focused on me when I’m already attracted to him is a deadly combination. I could easily let myself get carried away and do something completely embarrassing like climb across the seat and attach my lips to his neck and see what his skin tastes like.
I tell myself it’s just the adrenaline talking and that this one-sided attraction will die down once we reach our destination and I can get some space away from him. The whole idea of tonight was that I’d hook up and move on. I can’t cut and run on Hunter, and I definitely don’t want something more, so maybe this is for the best.
This unrelenting desire is the same feeling that got me in trouble with Carson, and I do not want to go down that road again.
“You doing all right?” Hunter finally asks, startling me.
“Yeah,” I reply. “I don’t want to are we there yet you, but…are we there yet?”
Hunter grins, which isn’t the reaction I expected. “Bored?”
“The beginning of my evening was a little more exciting, yeah,” I tease, hoping to open him up a bit so we can at least pass the time with some conversation.
“I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I kept you in danger instead of getting you out of it, would I? The rest of our time together is going to be a real let-down if you’re expecting more of what you got earlier tonight.”
“Approximately how long are you expecting the rest of our time together to be, exactly?”
He shrugs. “Rest of the weekend, tops. You won’t even miss any work.”
“Wow.” My eyes widen. I’m not exactly sure how long I expected this little escapade to last, but a day or two seems like a pretty generous timeline.
“You’re surprised.”
“Yeah, a little.”
“We’ve located the threat, and removed you from the threat.” He checks the rearview mirror, refocuses on the road before us. “Now all that’s left is to neutralize the threat.”
“That sounds ominous,” I say, aiming for teasing but falling short.
“It doesn’t have to be. You’d be surprised at what can convince people to change their minds about something,” he replies with an easy smile. “It doesn’t always require force.”
“So…you don’t neutralize the threat?” I ask.
“Sometimes,” he replies, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “It depends on what the threat is. There are guys that work for me who have past ties to the group that Carson owes money to. Their experience i
s more beneficial in shutting them down. My experience is more beneficial to you here, getting you out of town and protecting you in case one of them miraculously finds us.”
“What exactly are the chances of a miracle here?” I ask.
“Slim to none.”
“Okay, good to know.” Trusting in a complete stranger isn’t easy, but he hasn’t given me any reason to think he’d lie about potential danger. “It’s not that I didn’t believe you when you said I was in good hands—”
“Alexa’s in good hands,” he corrects.
“Oh…kay,” I say slowly, not sure where this is going.
“I told you Alexa is in good hands, and she is.” Hunter tears his eyes away from the road, pinning me with a look that’s so intense it makes my breath catch. “You’re in the best hands.”
I don’t want to read into things that aren’t there. I mean, protecting me is literally Hunter’s job, and the flirting at the club must have been part of a ruse to lure me in without scaring me. But there’s such intent behind his words. He’s looking at me like this means something, and I could’ve sworn he’d wanted to kiss me back in that alley…and no. No, I can’t let myself go there.
“So,” I say, drawing the word out as I trace the hem of my dress, trying to turn the conversation in a different direction before I do something completely embarrassing like crawl onto his lap and kiss him. “No high-speed car chases is what you’re saying.”
Hunter shakes his head. “No chases of any kind if I do my job right. And I always do my job right.”
“Good to know.” If my voice shakes a little, Hunter doesn’t seem to notice.
“So you can relax. The scary part is over, no one’s going to hurt you.”
“I don’t know. The scary part wasn’t as scary as it could’ve been,” I tell him, before I can think better of it. “You have a very calming way about you, even in circumstances that don’t exactly warrant calm.”