How the fake bodyguard fell in love with the president's nerdy daughter

ta's

high bed. I looked around, trying to remember how I had got to this hotel room. Ignoring th

ote as the door opened and a... Phew... A very handsome man walked in. His blue eyes gazed into mine and I swallowed at th

me?" He finally spoke, hi

And how am I i

. His face was a little blurry, so I reached for my

as more than that. He was a- I shook my he

t answered m

u in here yes

was I suprised? This had

runk to do that yourself, so I figured I could help." He said. His voice was calm.

y bra and my face burned. I immediately clutched it c

s eyebrow shot up as thoug

we

cing at the bed. Hopefully that would hel

oblivious to the question. My

e have

und his lips. "Oh, is th

ged through g

en." He said and I tr

. Why then didn't you leav

me to stay

did no su

. Ordered me to. When that

hide my embarrassment. I just hoped he didn't recognize me. The jeans and blouse

him, towering over me. "You're Dakota Harper." I

me confused wit

"So you're not the

ittle pitchy. The lie w

pulled my identity card. "I have your ID card, miss H

ant?" I decided to

ok confused. It was his

what happened yesterday night. It was just supposed to b

ou think I wa

want something."

thing glinting in his eyes. I couldn't tell what it was. Even though it looked like malice, I knew it couldn't be. We didn't even know each other. I picked my purse and my sandals and fled

*

. From the corner of my eyes I see a couple pull their phones out and take a picture. One of the waiters seemed to be tak

ulled the chair for me to sit down in. He then reoccupied his s

blic breakfast, Dakota." He sounded

ething

housekeeper. Why the heck would you show up wearing that?" He asked and I swallowed. If I had gott

say whenever he started throwing a tantru

n't want people thinking the president of the United States can't afford a descent stylist for his daughter.

ld blame her? He was rich and famous. He was most girls' dream. Just not mine. As he turned to watch

anaged to ask. "Who we

back to

meone last night.

mean Jessica, my secretary. We had pressin

in bed with a woman that it would be the last time. He'd swore on everything he believed in. And I h

scene. Even something as little as a tear would be flooding the newsp

as hard as I could to keep the sm

where." He ordered. "

home. I can't even l

just kissing." He had the dignity t

r one of your interns. Or one of those supermodels you claim you're endorsing. Now you're sleeping with your secretary and you expect me to sit here and look at yo

ved to the car, waiting for Lorenzo, my bodyguard, to open the door for me like he always did. Only when the door opened, it wasn't Lorenzo who stepped out. It was... I couldn't beli

wing me?" I fi

'm here to p

d where's Loren

ew bodyguar

's my bo

me and missed cut him short. He threw me into the car before I could put together