Chapter one

Going on a date with a bodyguard hanging over your shoulder sucks.

Okay, technically, it wasn’t really a date. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. Ethan was just a friend. A totally hot, sexy friend who made my hormones do a happy dance, but still just a friend. And if I knew what was good for me, I’d keep it that way.

After a couple of nasty betrayals that had hurt me more than I cared to admit, Ethan had risked his life to save mine, and I’d agreed to wipe our slate clean. The problem was, it isn’t that easy to rebuild broken trust, especially when I still had so many reasons not to fully trust him.

For three weeks after he saved my life, I tried to keep my distance, but it didn’t seem to discourage him. He called, e-mailed, and IM’ed me about a billion times asking me to go out with him, and I finally gave in. He’d wanted dinner and a movie. That seemed way too date-like to me, so I bargained him down to just the movie.

As I sat in the darkened theater beside him, I realized my bargaining skills could use some work. Dinner would have been safer than the movie. I tried to be subtle as I checked over my shoulder to see how closely Finn, my bodyguard, was watching me.

To my relief, I saw that he’d done me the courtesy of sitting three rows back—far enough away to give me the illusion of privacy, but close enough that he could come to my rescue if I needed it.

I wasn’t surprised to see I had Finn’s full attention, despite the distraction of the movie. He was a Knight of Faerie, and he took his job very, very seriously. Which was a good thing, because both the Queens of Faerie wanted me dead.

I turned to face front again. Ethan held out the bag of popcorn, and I took a handful, getting salt and melted butter all over my fingers.

“Napkin?” I asked, holding out my other hand.

“Sorry,” he said, but the corner of his mouth was lifted in his trademark grin. “Forgot to get napkins.”

I gave him my best dirty look, not buying the innocent expression he was giving me. Maybe he’d get a kick out of watching me lick my fingers, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. I’d have gone to the lobby to get my own napkins, only I’d have to crawl over three people to get to the aisle. Besides, the movie had already started. Not that I was paying any attention to it. With a grunt of resignation, I grabbed another handful of popcorn and sank a little lower into my seat.

Somehow, Ethan’s arm had found its way around my shoulders. I tried to shrug it off—though a part of me would rather have leaned into him.

“This isn’t a date, remember?” I hissed at him, trying to sound annoyed instead of breathless. I’d been very clear about that when we’d talked on the phone, and Ethan had agreed to my terms. Of course, just because he’d agreed to them didn’t mean he planned to abide by them.

Even in the dark of the theater, Ethan’s smile was devastating. “I remember. But you never said I couldn’t flirt with you.”

“Shh!” said someone from the row behind us before I had a chance to retort.

I fumed a bit as Ethan’s arm settled more comfortably around my shoulders. It would be a lot easier to resist him if he weren’t so … irresistible. He was hot even for a Fae, with long blond hair and gorgeous teal blue eyes. The slight bump on his nose that suggested it had once been broken kept him from looking too perfect—and made him even more sexy.

I reminded myself that there was only so much he could get away with, with Finn back there watching us like a hawk. A bodyguard with a heaping side dish of chaperone. Ethan was incredibly cocky, but he’d always shown a healthy respect for the Knight.

I munched on the popcorn and tried to pay attention to the movie. Ethan didn’t help the situation when he started idly stroking my shoulder with his fingers. I felt like I should tell him to quit it, but I liked the way his caress gave me little goose bumps. He leaned closer to me, and I smelled a hint of spicy aftershave blending with the popcorn and butter. Before I knew it, my head was resting against his shoulder.

If I was trying to get across the “not a date” message, I was doing a crappy job of it.

I’d lost my appetite for popcorn entirely, and didn’t protest when Ethan set the bag down on the floor. I couldn’t quite get myself to wipe my greasy fingers on my jeans, but licking them seemed too … tacky. Besides, I’d already decided not to give Ethan the satisfaction.

Ethan solved my dilemma by reaching over, taking my hand, and guiding it to his mouth. I was clueless enough that I had no idea what he was about to do until his mouth closed over my index finger. I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.

My brain told my hand to jerk away from Ethan’s mouth. My hand didn’t listen.

Ethan sucked gently on my finger, his soft, hot tongue licking up the butter and salt. My mouth had gone dry, and I had trouble getting any air into my lungs. I’d have thought having a guy I wasn’t even dating put my finger in his mouth would feel gross. Shows how little I knew.

Ethan finished with my index finger and moved on to my third finger. I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. My face felt flushed, almost feverish, and my heart beat from somewhere around my throat. My conviction that this shouldn’t feel good was rapidly disappearing.

The nasty, suspicious part of my brain that said I could never trust Ethan again after he’d tried a roofie-like spell on me once before went on high alert, searching for signs that my reaction was caused by magic rather than my own desires. But though my skin prickled with sensation, it was a toe-curling prickle of pleasure, not the electric-shock prickle of magic.