“Sabrina, you are always in danger,” he said, smiling. His teeth seemed so white and perfect, and the dimples in his cheeks deepened. Save me.
Hobart's rumble told me Bill had hit a man button. I slitted my eyes to him.
“It's true, Alfa Girl. You tend to attract trouble,” Hobart said in his own defense.
I rolled my shoulders and then tilted my head side to side, hearing the vertebra crack some. I tried to pretend I was working out the kinks and not pissed by what he'd said, and not look at Bill's handsome face. Did I actually attract trouble? After thinking about it, I couldn't deny it. How many times had I been attacked this week? Twice? Three times? I've lost track.
“So, you're here as my safety net?” I asked him.
“That's a good way of putting it. Yes.”
The elevator came to the end
