Cruz looked at Presley sideways as they sat in the back of an SUV worriedly.
“You didn’t have to come.”
“It’s me he is threatening.” She rubbed the leather upholstery of the bench seat they were on. “This is nice. Maybe having to be driven everywhere won’t be so awful if I get to sit on buttery leather, have a hot driver and you in the backseat.”
He turned his torso to face her pursing his lips in annoyance, “hot driver?”
“Cruz look at him,” she whispered mockingly to the man on the other side of the glass partition. “Your security team found me a guy bigger than you! It’s my type.”
“You’re not his. He likes men.”
“No way.”
“You think jacked up guys can’t be gay?”
“Yes, they can but not him. He looked at my ass.”
“When?”
“When I was getting into the car. I saw him checking me ou
