Free Santa Baby by Katie Price Page B

seemed familiar and she realised with a jolt that it was the brown-eyed man she had seen at the Indian restaurant. Oh my God! Did she now have a stalker! But surely he was too fit-looking to be a weirdo. He must have women stalking him!
    Tiffany stifled a hiccup as she sat down; the champagne had gone straight to her head.
    ‘You OK?’ Angel asked, and put down her pink Swarovski crystal-studded BlackBerry. Kara would have killed to own a phone like that.
    ‘I know this sounds crazy but I think I’m being stalked,’ Tiffany said quietly.
    ‘What!’
    ‘There’s a man here that I saw two weeks ago in an Indian restaurant in Kentish Town. It’s a bit of a coincidence that he’s here now, isn’t it?’ He probably knew where she lived! Tiffany was feeling thoroughly creeped out by now. But Angel didn’t look at all shocked.
    ‘Do you mean the guy sitting in the far corner?’
    ‘Yes, but don’t make it obvious that we’re talking about him.’
    But to Tiffany’s horror, Angel waved at the man and beckoned him over. What the hell was going on?
    ‘I know who he is, don’t look so worried. He’s Sean Murphy, our head of security. Sorry to freak you out, but my husband insisted we look into your background before I got in touch. He’s very protective since we had an incident with a real-life stalker a few years ago. And,’ Angel hesitated, ‘I know this is going to sound strange, but he’s here as my bodyguard.’
    ‘Oh, right.’ WTF! Just as she was thinking that she and Angel were getting on so well, Tiffany was made aware of how completely different their worlds were. And why exactly did Angel think she needed a bodyguard when she was meeting her sister?
    By now Sean had reached the table.
    ‘Sean, you’ve been spotted, I thought you were the lean mean security machine?’ Angel teased.
    ‘With respect, it wasn’t part of my plan to hide from Miss Taylor.’
    He held out his hand. ‘I’m Sean Murphy.’
    Tiffany shook his hand. He had a very firm handshake and there was no denying it, he was a hottie. He looked a little like the American actor Ryan Reynolds, only more rugged, with his handsome face, chocolate-brown eyes and extremely buff body. All muscle by the look of him.
    Angel called the waiter over and asked for another chair. ‘Join us for a drink, Sean. I feel bad that we upset Tiffany. Order whatever you want, I’m just nipping to the loo.’
    ‘So, how’s it going?’ he asked as he sat down.
    ‘Don’t you know? I’d have thought you’d have planted bugs under the table and been monitoring all our conversations,’ Tiffany joked.
    ‘I didn’t think I needed to do that.’
    ‘Did you really think Angel needed a bodyguard to meet me? What exactly did you think I would do?’
    ‘I know it probably seems like an over-reaction to you, but she has been the victim of a stalker before. Don’t take it personally.’
    He was a bit serious, but maybe it was because he was being professional.
    ‘Well, you haven’t noticed my bodyguard, have you?’
    He raised an eyebrow, registering that he knew she was teasing him. ‘It’s the sixty-something, pretending to be thirty-something, woman with the blonde bob and brown Gucci messenger bag. She might look as if a puff of wind would blow her down, but she’s a black belt. She could take you. All I have to do is nod my head and she’ll be right over, like a ninja.’
    ‘Really? I’d like to see that.’
    A pause. They both looked at each other. Tiffany was the first to look away. ‘So, this is all a bit different from the other week in the curry house.’ She gestured round at the lavishly decorated room.
    ‘It was a good curry house, best chicken biryani I’ve had in ages,’ Sean replied. ‘You broke up with Billy then?’
    Whoah! Talk about direct!
    ‘He seemed like a sound bloke. Especially compared to that tosser in the nightclub.’
    While Tiffany liked the good looks and the Geordie accent, there was something about Sean’s