brushed her hair.
When she finally rose to her feet and started back toward the seating area, she spotted him and raised an eyebrow. “Where are my things?”
“The staff loaded your luggage while you spent thirty minutes perfecting your lipstick.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Maybe it was closer to ten minutes, but you were definitely staring into that mirror back there with a lipstick in your hand.”
She settled into one of the luxurious white leather seats. “You were spying on me?”
“I’m your bodyguard.” He relaxed into the seat facing hers, stretching his long legs out on either side of hers. “I’m paid to watch you.”
“So, that means you must observe me at all times? Even when I’m applying my lipstick?”
“It means when I’m on duty, I will not take my eyes off of you, unless you are in the privy.”
“I didn’t put makeup on to look good for you.” She inspected her perfectly manicured nails.
“Of course not.” He chuckled. “We’re going to be around many other people on this private jet.” He looked around the empty plane pointedly.
“The pilot might be cute.”
“I’m sure her husband thinks so.”
Her lips formed a pout and he fought the urge to laugh. Delaney Whitaker was going to be a handful.
“When you’re not kidnapping billionaires’ daughters, what do you do for fun, Mr. Prescott?”
“Call me Trent, but do you think jokes about kidnapping are appropriate considering the circumstances?”
She blushed. “I wasn’t thinking.”
He nodded, acknowledging her chagrin, but not making a big thing of it. “My job is what I do for fun.” He gave her his most charming smile. “What could be more entertaining than watching young women melt down when they realize their freedom is being restricted?”
Ignoring the jab, she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You must guard men and children, as well.”
“Most of the time I guard men, yes. Occasionally I guard children.” He stretched. “Unfortunately, I drew the short stick this time.”
“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”
“You don’t?” He grinned.
“I think you’re annoying.”
“Would you like a book to read?” He took a copy of Pride and Prejudice out of the cabinet beside him and held it out to her. “You don’t have to waste your time conversing with the staff.”
She didn’t take the book. “Thanks anyway, but I think I’d rather annoy you.”
“Lovely.” He set down the book and loosened his tie. “I suppose I should get comfortable then.”