Carter Reed

over the table.
    I jerked my head up. “What?”
    All of them were looking at me. No. All of them were looking behind me.
    My eyes went wide and I knew. A knot formed in my gut as I took a deep breath before I turned, but then I relaxed. My shoulders dropped down and I let out my breath. It was only Mike, or Thomas. I wasn’t sure. They both looked the same.
    “Miss Martins,” he spoke. So tall and goliath-like. I snickered at that thought. He could’ve been a gentle giant, but since he was security for Carter, I doubted it. He spoke again with a blank expression over his face, “Your ride is waiting for you outside.”
    “Your ride?” one of the girls hooted. “Moving up in the world, Ems. Hot new project at work and hot new ride.”
    Another girl laughed, “He’s like a butler, for rides.”
    “Is he a chauffeur?”
    Then someone whispered, “I think he’s a Chippendale dancer.”
    The first girl hooted again as she slapped her hand on the table. “He’s going to whip off his pants any second…any second…wait for it…”
    Mike never blinked. He never reacted. He just waited for me.
    I sighed. The fun was done for the night. “I should go, you guys.”
    “Oh, come on! Emma, don’t go. We’re just starting to have fun.”
    I shook my head. “I have work tomorrow.” Theresa nodded beside me and I indicated her. “We have work tomorrow. We can’t slack off like normal.”
    “Like we do, you mean!” The girl wasn’t offended.
    I grinned. “See you all tomorrow?”
    “Wait.” Theresa grabbed her purse and threw $50 on the table. “Can I get a ride with you? I can’t drive home like this.”
    Oh, that was right. I started to dig into my purse to pay my bill, but Mike said in my ear, “It’s already been taken care of, Miss Martins.”
    Oh. He paid my bill? But then I was distracted when I caught his quick glance at Theresa, who was waiting beside me. Comprehension flared and I glanced at him with the unspoken question. Could we give her a ride? Was that allowed? I was still fuzzy on Carter’s rules, or even if he had any rules? Then I frowned. Where had Mike come from? Had they been waiting outside all day and night? But they couldn’t have known I was at Joe’s with Theresa…could they?
    Then I shrugged. What the hell? I was feeling brave and buzzed so I linked my elbow with hers. “Let’s go.”
    She gave me a giggly smile in return and off we went. Mike followed behind at a more sedated pace. When we burst through the door, the car was waiting out front like he had said. As Theresa reached for the back door, I sucked in my breath. It was at that moment that I realized my mistake. Carter could’ve been inside, waiting for me and I knew he wouldn’t be happy at my friend’s discovery of him. When she slipped inside and there was no comment or greeting, I relaxed a little. Then I caught the bland expression on Mike’s face and knew he would’ve stopped her if Carter had been inside.
    I flushed. I was an idiot sometimes.
    When I bent forward and sat beside Theresa, Mike folded into the seat beside me. We had to scoot over for him and Theresa giggled behind her hands. “It’s like you have a bodyguard. Are we giving him a ride home too?” She patted my leg a few times, but then jerked forward. “Who’s driving this car?”
    I cringed. I didn’t want to say it to her. I didn’t want her to look at me differently. Who else had a driver and bodyguard?
    Mike answered for me, “An associate of mine. It’s a new car service offered by Joe’s.”
    “Really?” She frowned. “I never knew about this before. I would’ve used this. A lot.”
    “It’s only for the night, ma’am.”
    “Ma’am.” More giggles came from her. She slapped my leg again. “I had one pitcher too many, Emma, but I had fun. Did you have fun? I think we’ll make a great team for this account. Noah’s going to be so proud of us. I’m glad he picked you for the account.” She leaned close and whispered loudly, “I don’t have a lot of female friends at work. Those girls were fun tonight. We should do that again sometime.”
    I patted her arm as she turned back to her window and asked Mike, “Do you need her address?”
    He didn’t look at me as he spoke, “We already know it. Thank you, ma’am, for asking.”
    I sat back, stunned. I felt snubbed by my own bodyguard. Had I been? Or was the beer speaking to me too?
    Theresa lived in a newer building. As she teetered her way inside, the