Another session of sublime torture. Though this would only be the second evening since Chase had started guarding Summer, he’d already realized that he might be in over his head. His saving grace was that he spent limited time in her sphere. Two hours max per night, so far only once per week. No biggie. So he wanted her, just like every other guy who glimpsed her singing her heart—and all the rest of her—out. Unlike them, he wouldn’t allow himself to even make a play. He had to keep her safe and that took precedence over everything else. Distractions weren’t a weakness he could indulge. She still offered token excuses why she didn’t need security. She was fine, she knew martial arts, she needed to be close to her fans. All well and good, but he wasn’t letting her fans be that close to her. End of story. Besides, why should they get fringe bennies he didn’t? Hell, he even tried not to breathe in too much of her apple scent. Fruit had never turned him on to that extent before.
