Bear Mates (California Bears #2) by Rachel Real Page A

take care of myself. I don’t need another lunkhead around cramping my style.”
    Thrash veered his musclebound body towards Kayla. And his amber-red eyes stared at Kayla’s voluptuous body. She trotted gracefully down her stairs in only a satin night gown that just barely covered her curvy frame.
    “It didn’t seem that way last night,” Thrash snarled, sniffing the air.
    “I’m just a klutz sometimes—that’s all. Besides, I’m drowning in bodyguards already. What makes you any different?” Kayla sniped, poking her finger in Thrash’s hard chest. She raised her brow, not expecting Thrash to be as cut as he was. His body was nothing but pure muscle.
    “The difference is. I don’t take bull. So, either listen to what I have to say or suffer the consequences...” Thrash growled. Thrash had seen Kayla’s type before.
    Spoiled Brat. Silly. Entitled...
    Kayla smiled, tilting back. This guy has no friggin’ clue. She had a knack for being an outright bitch if she chose to. She had seen so many body guards come and go... it had almost become a pathetic joke. Sure, Thrash was sexier than all the other guys—but she still didn’t quite trust him.
    Thrash glowered at her as Kayla pinched a cigarette in the corner of her lips, attempting to light it.
    Thrash snatched it out of her mouth.
    “What the hell ?” Kayla hollered.
    “Rule number one, no smoking. My nose is very sensitive to scents in the environment,” Thrash grunted, twitching his nose.
    Sensitive to the smell? The nerve of this jerk! Kayla thought. Thrash had struck her as one of those boring straight laced types. He’d rather read a book than go out a night on the town. And then a wicked smirk spread across her face. Maybe she should test that theory...
    “ Fine , if you’re gonna be sticking around that means you have to follow me wherever I go, right?” Kayla asked with an innocent shrug of her shoulders.
    Thrash squinted his fierce eyes. “Yes...”
    “I have a lingerie shoot in about an hour. Do you think you’ll be ready to leave in the next fifteen minutes?” Kayla asked, digging her fist in her hip. She snapped her fingers, beckoning Alfie to grab her purse.
    “Hand me my Louis Vuitton, Alfie. I’ve got a photo shoot to catch.”

Chapter Three
    T hrash folded his bulky arms, sneering as he watched Kayla getting dolled up by a dozen different stylists. A blow dryer blew through her thick spiral curls, and a makeup artist carefully applied her mascara with a flick. Kayla pouted her lips, clutching her terry robe closed with one hand.
    She could see the terrible absolute boredom in Thrash’s enchanting eyes. Wait till he gets a load of this...
    Kayla fancied, casting off her thick pink robe.
    Immediately, Thrash studied every inch of her soft thick curves, the strap of her lacey bra cascaded down her arm. And Thrash could feel his cock stirring against his will. As he devoured her with his eyes, he gave the corner of his mouth a savory lick. He looked upon her with pure lust.
    Kayla took notice of the carnal look in her protector’s red eyes, and bent her ass ever so slightly forward so Thrash could see her thong. Thrash gaped, watching Kayla’s curvy ass bounce with each step.
    A smile spread across Kayla’s face.
    Hook. Line. Sinker...
    One of the make-up girls held up a phone to Kayla’s ear.
    “Kayla, you’ve got a phone call. They say they’re your biggest fan.”
    Despite her snotty attitude, nothing mattered to Kayla more than her adoring fans. Gleefully, she answered the call.
    “Hello?” Kayla called, swaying her hair.
    “...I can’t wait to rub my hard cock in between your legs...I can see you right now!” A perverted voice moaned.
    Kayla shrieked. The phone fell from her grasp, cracking in pieces on the floor. Thrash charged towards Kayla.
    “He must be somewhere close. We need to get out of here,” he demanded looking quickly left and right.
    “ Wuh? Wait? What about my lingerie shoot?” Kayla blurted out.