The Trouble With Bodyguards: Part 1 Read Online Free PDF Page A

well be dangerous. I'm going to hire a bodyguard for you ‘til this whole thing blows over.”
                  “A bodyguard,” she laughed. It was ridiculous; she did not need a bodyguard to watch over her every move. “Dad, don't you think that's a little much?”
                  “No,” he said, “I do not. I think that someone has taken an unnatural interest in you, and that we don't know who that person is, or what their intentions are. I would rather know that you are safe, and have some peace of mind. I know that you want to be independent, to live life on your own terms, but this is for me, to make me feel better.”
                  “But I don't want a man following me around all day and night, keeping an eye on me,” she said, outraged.
                  “Darling,” he said, “it sounds like you already have one of those.”
                  “No,” she said, standing, her bare feet sinking into the lush carpeting of the room.
                  “I'll set up something for tomorrow,” he said. His mind was made up, and there would be no arguing with him. She would have a bodyguard, whether she liked it or not.
                  Alex felt her cheeks warm with the flush of indignation that was roiling in her belly. No matter how far she tried to distance herself from this lifestyle, from this family, her mother and father would reach out and pull her back in. She didn't want a fucking bodyguard, just as she didn't want a nanny when she was a child. She didn't need someone to tell her where she could go and what she could do, and watch her every second of the day and night. She was not a child; she could take care of herself.
                  She turned, picking up her shoes off the carpet, and headed toward the door. A soft knock, then it opened slightly before her, and Barry stuck his head into the gap.
                  “You ready to go?” he asked.
                  “Where are you going with Barry?” asked her father, his eyebrows raised in question.
                  “Wherever the hell I want!” she hollered, storming out of the door and into the hall.

Chapter 5
                  “What was that all about?” Barry asked as they walked through the back part of the house, toward the lot where all the cars were parked. Not many people were still hanging around, and those that were were thoroughly inebriated. Chauffeurs waited in the back lot, visiting with each other, smoking cigarettes in the dark behind the house, waiting for their employers to drink themselves into a stupor and be ready to be hauled back to their own mansions and poured into bed to sleep it off.
                  “My father still thinks he needs to take care of me,” she said, her tone harsh and ugly, like a petulant child’s. “Even after all I have accomplished, one little thing comes up and he thinks that he needs to come to the rescue.”
                  “He's your dad,” said Barry. “He cares about you.”
                  “I know,” she said, slowing her pace. “Maybe I'm being an idiot. But it just makes me angry that he won't listen to what I have to say. Once he has his mind made up, there is no arguing with him.”
                  “True that,” said Barry, lighting a cigarette.
                  Her car was nestled between two of the dormant limousines, and she and Barry slid into the dark, leather seats. He turned the key in the ignition, and the engine purred to life. Alex opened her window, pulling the pins from her hair and letting the wind blow through it, causing it to whip around her face. The situation with her father had pumped her blood full of adrenaline, and the cool air blasting the skin of her face felt wonderful.
                  “So,” Barry said, taking a drag on the cigarette and