His mouth dropped open. Try and damage control this you big oaf!

Turning her attention towards the group, she let her eyes scan over them. Now, which one shall I take? In the third row from the middle her eyes stopped. A tall young man in his thirties sat regally in his small seat. Wavy pitch-black shoulder length hair sat tucked behind his ears. His T-shirt clung to his body like a second skin. Damn! Her insides twisted. You sure are handsome.

Licking her lips. “The guy with the black hair, can you please tell me your name?” Everyone including him looked around. Her eyes rolled. “Right side, third row from the middle, chair five from the aisle!” He frowned, pointing at himself. “Yes, you.”

“Miguel,” he answered in a deep husky voice.

Legs jelly, she thought. Not a good sign. “Well, Miguel you will join me on an outing today,” she informed him.

Murmured voices exploded in volume.

“Silence!” Shaun snapped. The lecture hall quietened down. “Alex, the rules!” he reminded her, barely controlling his anger.

“May I remind you that according to rule 31.1, I am allowed to go out if accompanied by a guard,” she snapped business-like. “And I promised father to take an extra guard. So, if my maths is correct, that will be two guards.”




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