My Bodyguard

Mila’s POV

I can’t tell if having Steven walk me to my classes today is a good or bad thing. For one thing, no one has yelled horrible things at me. In fact, no one has looked my way other than to stare at Steven. It’s…nice. We make our way toward the coffee shop. I’ll be working out for the next couple of hours until it’s time for my afternoon class. Steven picks a spot far enough to not crowd me, but close enough that he can monitor me. Things are fast and intense for the first hour but slow down a little and I take that time for my break.

Steven orders a black coffee and I order and white chocolate mocha. We sit together but don’t say much, but it’s a comfortable silence. He’s not bad company.

“So, how long are you assigned to be my protector?” I ask him.

“As long as my boss says so.”

Right.

“I think he’s being a little paranoid.” I point out, making him smile a little.

“Not at all. I can’t say much, but you’re the only woman who’s ever caught his interest like this.”

I look at him