Protecting Lulu (Global Protection Agency) by J. M. Jeffries Page B

from school to find his
mother and step-father dying in pools of their own blood and his father sitting
at the kitchen table drinking a beer waiting for Noah.
    His
father had expected Noah to be glad to see him. Instead, Noah overpowered him,
and called the police. By the time the ambulances had arrived, his parents had
bled out and he and his half-sisters were orphaned.
    He
pulled his thoughts away from his family and back to Lulu. Chaos seemed to rule
the backstage area. He’d had no idea how many people it took to pull off a TV
show.
    The
guest had finally left and the audience responded with a lot of clapping. Lulu
stood up, said good-bye to the camera. The camera was sliding back leaving Lulu
room to approach the audience for her after show.
    He
was surprised at how genuine she came across. The women in the audience truly
responded to Lulu. She had a way about her that emotionally drew them out.
    As
he watched, carts rolled out from the backstage area filled with the audience
gifts. He’d peered inside one of the gift and found a number of gift cards to
various stores, a subscription to her magazine.
     “You
know what tomorrow is.” She clapped her hands “It’s the Valentine’s Day show. And
you know what that’s about. Romance, sex, relationships, sex, passion, sex,
free stuff, sex, fashion and sex. Michael Buble will be here.” She did a little
dance.
    The
audience cheered as she moved down the row, Noah studied her.
    The
ushers had opened the doors to the foyer and as each guest received their shopping
bag full of free gifts, then went up the stairs and through the double doors. Ian
stood at the doors smiling at each guest as he had done when they’d all
entered. Noah had beefed up security when the audience had first started to
gather, asking for IDs and having each person quickly investigated.
    Lulu’s
purple dress shimmered under the lights. The hem landed just above her knees. What
he wouldn’t give to run his hand up the inside of her thigh. The material
caressed her soft curves like a lover. He liked how she flaunted her body. Classy
and sexy. Gold bracelets slipped up and down her arm and when she leaned over a
matching gold chain with a large heart swung over her cleavage. He tore his
eyes away. Just watching her made him hard. She was totally, completely
intoxicating and he wanted her. He wanted her so badly he vibrated with his
need.
    “What
next on your agenda?’ Noah asked as Aiden stopped next to him with E.J. in tow.
E.J. looked good in a black pantsuit with a dark sweater that fitted her so
perfectly he could barely see the bulge of her gun. Noah glanced at her feet
worried that Lulu’s love of stilettos had rubbed off on her, but E.J. wore
sensible low heeled shoes and relief flood him.
    “We
have a working lunch with the editors of her magazine. She needs to look over
the show’s guest list for next week. We have a meeting with the caterers for
her charity event and then we have an unscheduled stop to make at Bergdorf’s to
buy peasant shoes.”
    E.J.
put her hand on Aiden’s arm. “Simmer down, Girlfriend.”
    “Yeah,”
Noah said, “She’ll look good in casket if she keeps wearing those stilts.”
    “Whatever,”
Aiden replied in a huff, disdain showing clearly on his face.
    Noah
glanced over at Lulu. She was smiling and talking with the last couple of women
from the audience. A crack sounded from overhead. Lulu glanced up, fear crossing
her face.
    Noah
raced toward her, grabbed her and carried her back. He tried to get the other
woman, but she moved. A second later a large rod of lights crashed to the
floor. Screams erupted. Glass shattered and flew everywhere. The woman clutched
her arm, cried out in pain and blood immediately started seeping through her
fingers. Noah looked down at Lulu and saw blood trickling down her cheek. He
sat her down to assess her injuries.
    Lulu
had a dazed expression on her face. E.J. went to the woman with blood on her arm
and drew her away