“Jane.” He says my name with intensity. “What’s wrong?” “Your number three.” His shoulder muscles pull taut. “You wrote: do not touch me under any circumstance.” I sit pin straight. “It’s called a preference list. I prefer that Tony doesn’t touch me.” I cringe picturing his hands even hovering near my body. “He’s your bodyguard, honey.” “I don’t know him.”
I wanna cry.
