The Bodyguard and the Bombshell (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #2.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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Only one thing about staying the night at Aidan’s place sparked her interest.

Nate Carter was living there now. He’d been there for a week, and she was finally going to get to see him.

“No one thinks that way. No one. I assure you, you belong here, but if it’s not what you need, then we’ll find a new place. Or import some tops who didn’t watch you grow up.” Carys had her “I’m plotting” expression on her face. Carys was a good plotter. “You know we’ve got a couple of visitors tonight and a new member.”

“I didn’t know anyone had taken the class recently.”

“He didn’t have to,” Carys explained. “He had a membership to a club in Australia.”

Yes, there it was. Just the word Australia could make her heart thump.

Nathan Carter. He was here? She’d thought she would meet him tonight or maybe over breakfast in the morning. “Are you talking about Nate?”

Carys’s shoulders slumped. “Damn. I forgot. You know him.”

“I haven’t seen him in person in years. I used to follow him around like a puppy. I had the biggest crush on him,” she admitted. “And I was Aidan’s obnoxious kid sister to him.”

“But you wouldn’t be tonight,” Carys pointed out, her lips tugging up in a kind of evil grin.

“I assure you I’m always his kid sister. Aidan’s the doctor and Daisy’s the screw-up.” Her father was the only person in the world who didn’t seem to see the truth.

“You’re not a screw-up,” Carys insisted. “You simply haven’t found your place yet, but it doesn’t mean you’re a screw-up. You did great in college.”

After she spent five years trying to figure out what she wanted to do. She’d gone from majoring in theater to business to philosophy, finally ending with a degree in psychology and then rapidly figuring out there was nothing she wanted to do in psychology.

Carys had enough to worry about. “Maybe I will look into another club,” Daisy said.

But she loved this one. She loved the fact The Hideout wasn’t elegant like Gabriel’s father’s club, or sleek and modern like Sanctum. It was a little run-down and needed some care, but it was theirs. They were building it.

Well, her brother and his friends were. They got nervous when she wanted to help with anything but bringing them beers. She hadn’t meant to nearly bring down a whole wall.

“I have an interesting idea.” Carys had the biggest smile on her face. It was a smile Daisy hadn’t seen on her friend in weeks. “Tonight you don’t have to find a new club. It’s masquerade night and we have visitors. We have Doms you’ve never met before.”

And Nathan Carter, who hadn’t seen her in years. He’d probably seen pictures of her, but she didn’t take great pics most of the time. It was why it had hurt to dump the one with the cartel. She’d gotten in the right light… She was drifting.

She had seen pictures of Nate. She followed his mom and sister on social media, even though the gorgeous weirdo didn’t have a single page of his own. He was still the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

He might know her. He might take one look at her and laugh.

But she was curious. There was only one problem. “I don’t have any fet wear here. It’s all at the cleaners.” She didn’t own much in the first place. “I wasn’t expecting to play anytime soon, much less attend a masked party.”

Carys seemed to think for a moment. “I would loan you some of mine, but…”

“My boobs are way too big. My hips, too.” She was a curvy girl, and there wasn’t anything she seemed to be able to do about it. She worried her ample curves were one of the reasons the Doms weren’t rushing in to play with her.

Carys’s eyes narrowed. “Sure. They’re too big. Like I said you’re gorgeous and sexy as hell. I don’t know what’s going on. But you’re right. What I have on hand won’t fit you, but the twins were planning on attending so I would bet they’ve got fet wear in their lockers. Let me check real quick. Kenzie is smaller than you, but she wears a lot of stretchy fabrics.”

“I thought they were…on assignment for McKay-Taggart.” She’d been taught never to say the words central and intelligence or Agency when referring to the twins or Cooper or Tristan. Or Zach, even though he wasn’t on the payroll at MT.

Carys snorted. “Sure they are.” She pulled out her cell and popped in a number, pressing the screen to put it on speaker phone.

“Hey, Carys. What’s going on?” a familiar voice said.

“Oooo, it’s Carys? Ask her about the bachelorette party,” another voice said.

The first had been Kenzie Taggart and the second Louisa Ward.

“I don’t think I’m up for it, Lou,” Carys said with a sigh. “This rotation is kicking my ass, and I barely have time to get ready for the wedding.”


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