The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard – Chapter 7
Isabella walked the two blocks from the subway station to the restaurant and ignored the way a crew of guys catcalled her. Normally she’d have flipped them off or shouted something in Spanish back at them, but her nerves were getting the better of her.
Amelia and Sabine had met her at her house and helped her find something to wear. Sabine’s comment about making sure it was something which could slide off as fast as she put it on had her spine tingling.
Her sister and best friend had looked Camden Torres up on the internet while she had tossed through her closet. There had been one photo of him taken by a paparazzi long lens, climbing up the ladder of his yacht wearing only black shorts. It depicted a scene right from a James Bond movie, and it was front and center in her brain. The man’s muscles had muscles and the way his shorts hung low on his hips, dripping water, made the discerning eye follow the deep curves over his hips into the top of the shorts.
ickened her pace as she told h
ften teased her they reminded her of a baby seal’s eyes, big and round meant to make a grown man cry. Her lashes were thick and dark, like her hair. Her eyebrows Sabine and Amelia had plucked and tweezed into perfectly symmetrical lines. She knew she had good cheekbones and a strong jawline. It was her hair though people commented on most. It was thick, rich, and dark and she often kept it tied in a braid or plaited but tonight she had straightened it, parted in the middle and it hung like silk down to the middle of her back.
f he’s here yet.”
me?”
man was sneering at her.
me for me. Either will work.”
eet Camden Torres,” she saw the woman’s eyebrows raise, “and it’s not a date. It’s a meeting.”
is a date.” He grinned as she turned to look over her shoulder. He gave a low whistle. “Wow.”
her cheeks. “Thanks, not a date.” She wasn’t sure who she was telling a
a fight.”
ry woman in the world would pass me her opened cell phone.”
promise the text from my sixty-something-year-old mother begging me to go to church with her on Sunday isn’t nearly as inspiring
essages from his daughter, his face growing
steeple with his fingers, closed his eyes and pressed his fingertips to the bridge of his nose.
, Torres, are you still alive? I’ve never broken someone so quick before.”
eeply sorry.”
her boyfriend in my office.”
apologetically, “sorry, rude.”
table. The woman asked what they wanted to drink, and she ordered a glass of red wine and smiled as Cam told her to
ne, Isabella kept her eyes averted.
etly.
sk?”
ke a raging lunatic and making your life a living hell and you look like you wanted to punch the s
’m confident the a*s is telling her we are either back together or getting back together. I’ve asked him to talk to her, but he’s refused to intervene unless I go out with him and I’m not giving him an inch.”
he sipped the burgundy liquid.
up in his bed. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.”
uestion and he waited for her to deny it.
. I was relieved when he started dating Portia. She had his undivided attention. I need her to take him back.”
. He’s too old. She’s still a teenager.”
s nineteen and old enough to
h to drink.”
y.”
me.”
re twenty-six?”
“Yes.”
not a child.”
ting Evgeni.”
ad.”
led excitedly. “No.”
hy
mple as to why.”
someone else.”
n surprise at his comment. “I’m teasing.”
led her eyes and let him fill her wine glass. She looked back to her menu. “I’m going to need food before I make stupid decisions due to wine.”
ching involuntarily. Lisa’s words about pretending to have daddy issues were echoing in her head. The man was devastatingly handsome with his short sandy brown hair perfectly combed and his green eyes teasing and
hem to share and then ordered himself the roasted whole branzino.
er.”
g my girl.”
hit end call on the phon
letely off. “I won’t be able to turn this on again until Christmas.”
g who it was taunting him,” he smirked. “A*****e.
ndred times worse.”
’re at dinner with me and he will stop calling you. I promise.”
at he cannot have.”
he spoke, his tone sinister.
you’re one of Mikhail’s hit men.” At his one c****d eyebrow, she pursed her lips. “Are you?”
ail.”
illed people for money. She sat there quietly processing what he was offering her.
sked suddenly.
”
she’ll be here twiddling her thumbs, stalking him on social media while he parties it up in London, Dubai, and Moscow. I give it a month and she’s moved on.”
ough. So, you think we should fake-date a month?”
shook his head. He waited for the server to put the appetizer on the table between them and th
”
ate,” he shrugged like i
”
a bite over his plate and set the other half of the morsel on his plate.
tillating.
suggestion. “What happens when your daughter moves on to the next person and Evgeni finally leaves us both alone?”
very survival instinct she possessed was screeching like a car alarm in her head.
off. You’re gorgeous and smart. It’s a win-win.”
ets?”
kees,” he did
ders?”
nodding.
l?”
he
me of my life.”
y.
of them.”
the most legal way, but not the best way.”
have a dark mind.”
u have no idea,” she thought of the two men she’d killed earlier in the week. Dark was an understateme
ow his true colors and crisis ended.”
can’t believe I’m saying this,” she paused curling her l
to say yes?”
“Yes.”
t.”
his cocksure smile took her breath. “Fine, yes, I’ll do it.”
id decision of her life.