Wicked Force (Wicked Horse Vegas #4.5)(6)

When the front door opens, spilling in a little morning light across the creamy marble foyer, I brace myself. That’s because in my research of Joslyn Meyers, the most disgruntling thing I learned about her was that she was a stunningly gorgeous creature with immense talent. If you weren’t swayed to fall in love with her voice, you only had to take one look at her face and body to succumb.

She’s got platinum blonde hair, so light it’s almost silvery. It falls in long, wavy lengths to the middle of her back and swoops down across her forehead, highlighting the angelic lines of her face. It’s absolutely perfect. Not a single thing out of place that would make her seem a bit more real and less like a fairytale princess. Joslyn has the bluest of eyes, pale and shimmering. Her lips are full and inspire a million dirty thoughts. Her body is slamming and I know this because in the research I did, I watched videos of her Vegas act and there’s little left to the imagination when it comes to her costumes.

In totality, she’s the perfect woman and I’m a sucker for such things. The only thing I can hope for is that her personality sucks so I won’t be attracted to her. Despite what many women think, it’s not all about looks.

Not that I’m overly worried about it. I mean, she is just a job.

A job that I am absolutely prohibited from banging, no matter how much I might want to because she’s fucking hot as hell.

I shake my head and force my thoughts out of the gutter and back into business mode. But then she steps into the lobby and my body goes tight upon seeing her. She’s half turned away from me, talking to someone walking in behind her. No clue who it is because I can’t take my eyes off Joslyn.

That amazing silvery blonde hair is in a high ponytail and she’s wearing a T-shirt and jeans, but the T-shirt is molded to her body. I can tell by the slight sway to her tits as she steps inside that they are 100% natural and I bet would feel fantastic in my hands.

Fuck. I shake my head again and concentrate.

“I just don’t know why we need to hire a bodyguard for me,” Joslyn is saying to what I now see is a woman walking in behind her.

That’s right. Her mother, Madeline Meyers. Jerico told me she’d be attending this meeting and from those few words, I know that Joslyn isn’t here because she wants a bodyguard. Her mom does.

And that means she’s probably not a diva, but I’ll reserve judgment for now.

“I’m not going to argue with you about this,” her mom says as she steps inside and the door swings shut. Madeline sees me standing there and that causes Joslyn to turn my way.

Jesus. She’s more beautiful staring at her head on. She looks at me with wide, unblinking eyes and to my horror, her eyes slowly travel down the length of me and then back up again. It’s not done with a sexualized appreciation, more like she’s stunned by what she sees and can’t help but to look closer. When she meets my eyes again, her face flames beet red and her gaze drops to the floor.

I force my attention to her mother and offer her a smile as I hold my hand out. “Mrs. Meyers... I’m Kynan McGrath.”

She gives me a brief handshake and looks around. “Pleasure. This is my daughter, Joslyn.”

It seems every muscle in my body tightens as I turn her way, because on a physical level, I’ve never been this attracted to a woman before. Thankfully she’s looking at me now with a bland, reserved expression, although there’s still a tinge of pink on her cheeks.

I don’t offer my hand because I’m actually afraid to touch her for fear of some mystical electrical spark that would snap between us. She doesn’t offer her hand either but I give her a nod of acknowledgment.

Turning back to Mrs. Meyers, I suggest, “Let’s go into our conference room and we can discuss your concerns about Joslyn’s safety.”

“There are no concerns,” Joslyn murmurs but Mrs. Meyers gives me a tight smile as she ignores her daughter.

I lead them through the lobby, down a short hall, and to a small conference room that has a round table with four chairs. It’s a more intimate setting so they’ll both feel more comfortable.

As for me, I’m not sure there’s anything that could make me comfortable around Joslyn and for a moment, I hate myself for that weakness. In my twenty-six years of living, I’ve never let a woman affect anything other than my cock. In just the moments since I’ve met her, my entire body seems to vibrate in awareness of her.

I offer coffee, tea, water, or soda. I would like a few shots of bourbon myself, but that’s an impossibility. They both decline and once we’re settled at the table with Mrs. Meyers to my left and Joslyn taking the chair directly across from me, I ask a generalized question and wait to see who answers. That tells me who’s leading this march.

“Why do you think personal security is needed?”

Joslyn’s gaze turns to her mom, who regards me with an aloof sort of professionalism. I don’t think she’s in “mother” mode at all.

“As Joslyn’s act has become more popular here in Vegas, she’s started to accrue a fan following. There have been a few concerning incidents and I don’t want to take any of them lightly. What might seem like an innocent fascination might turn into a real security threat to my daughter.”

I give her an understanding nod. “I’d like more details on what’s happened so far to worry you. It will help me determine if we can be of help.”