“The task of my men is to deliver you to the groom safely and soundly.” The owner of the security bureau holds me tightly. Strong hands squeeze without mercy.
“And if I try to escape?”
“Want to end up in handcuffs again—with a gag in your mouth?”
“I want to at least spend the last day before the wedding freely!” My fists itch with the desire to punch this smug bastard in his well-bred face, and my lips ache with the need to kiss him.
“And again to jump into someone’s bed?”
“That was a mistake. I didn’t know they would hire you…”
“I remember. A whole night of nonstop mistakes. I lost my voice begging him to let me go.”