Page 86 of Stanton Adore

“Fine,” I snap as I wipe the snot from my nose on the back of my hand in such a feral manner I even surprise myself. “Who are you?” I demand.

He smiles and steps back, making eye contact with the other two. “Um, I’m your bodyguard,” he says quietly in an American accent, as if speaking to a child.

“What?” I scream. “I don’t have a bodyguard. Why in the hell do I have a bodyguard?”

“I’ve been with you for three weeks,” he whispers, thinking that would calm me down.

“What?” I scream. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why…how…I mean…are you serious?” I frown. This night has turned into the frigging twilight zone. My jaw is on the ground. “You have been following me for three weeks? I can’t believe it. How do I not know this?”

“Mr. Stanton organized it, ma’am.”

“Huh, ma’am. What am I, fifty?” My mind goes into overdrive and I get out of the car. “Why is the security so tight around Joshua?”

He frowns. “I’m sorry. I have specific orders not to divulge that information to you.”

“From who?” I snap.

“Ma’am.”

“Stop calling me that!” I scream.

“Um, OK. I think you should calm down.”

“Calm down…calm down…if you want to know who to guard tonight, guard Joshua, because I am going to fucking kill him.”

He steps back and smiles as if he knew I was going to say that. “Let’s just get you home safely, shall we, ma’am.” He turns me to push me back into my car.

“My name is Natasha, asshole,” I scream. “Don’t touch me.” I yank my arm free of his grip. I get back into my car and slam the door, taking off so fast I rev the shit out of my Honda.