Page 5 of She's Mine

“We appreciate your cooperation with this,” Dad added. “And I promise, once the last of the Bloodline is in custody, you’ll never have to see David again.”

Well, that’d be too bad, but I looked forward to the moment my full freedom was restored.

“I need to finish getting ready to go out,” I said, rising from the chair.

“I’ll be waiting to accompany you,” David said. “Would you like me to drive you and your friends to wherever you’re going?”

I smiled to myself. Usually when we went out, me, Brittany and Courtney just hired an Uber or whatever. Having my own personal chauffeur -- especially one as hot as David -- would have its advantages.

“That would be great. Thank you.”

I left Dad’s office without another word and headed straight upstairs to continue getting ready. If I was going to have David following meeverywhereI was at least going to have a little fun with him. Knowing just how to get any man’s attention, I slipped into a little black, chain cut out front, bodycon dress. The dress hugged my curves and just barely covered my ass and panties. Additionally, it had cut-outs all the way down from my breasts to my stomach, which were held together by golden chains. I added a diamond encrusted belly ring, and matching choker, and was ready to go.

If David Gordon thought he was going to stop me having fun with my friends, he had another thing coming!

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DAVID

As Alyssa left her father’s office, and headed back upstairs to continue getting ready, I knew my first assessment of her had been bang on the money -- she was a princessy brat.

A beautiful brat, but a brat, nonetheless.

I knew I couldn’t let myself be distracted by her curvaceous figure, plump lips or dazzling blue eyes. That’s exactly what she’d want. To distract me so that she could get up to all sorts of mischief.

Honestly, I didn’tcarewhat Alyssa did when she went out with her friends. And neither did Mr. Blythe. He hadn’t asked me to spy on his daughter and report back to him, or anything like that. For all Commissioner Blythe cared, Alyssa could be snorting lines of coke off a naked man’s abs, as long as the man in question wasn’t connected to the Bloodline.

Keeping Alyssa safe from the dangerous cartel was myonlypriority. And you’d have thought that was an easy task. I certainly had enough experience.

But two things stood in my way: Number One -- The Bloodline themselves. Like Mr. Blythe had already correctly said, when a gang like the Bloodline felt as though they had nothing left to lose, they became the most dangerous. The cartel would be at their most deadly -- operating in the shadows and taking any risks necessary to get back at the man who’d wrought their downfall. To a gang like the Bloodline, harming innocent civilians wasn’t an issue.

Problem number two -- Alyssa Blythe. The woman had no sense of self-preservation. That much was clear. If I’d been in her shoes (which were undoubtedly a thousand dollar plus designer label), I’d havejumpedat the chance of having an experienced bodyguard watching over me. Not only would I be able to protect Alyssa from any threats the Bloodline posed, but my presence alone would scare off all the creepy, lecherous guys who were drawn to women like Alyssa.

It was a win-win situation. But obviously, in Alyssa Blythe’s mind, having a bodyguard was worse than wearing a dress from last season. Never mind that I’d successfully protected many clients far richer and more famous than she was.

Still, Jeffrey had given me a job to do, and I wasn’t about to fall at the first hurdle.

I excused myself from Mr. Blythe’s office, leaving the police commissioner alone with his wife, and waited at the foot of the stairs for Alyssa to be ready. Knowing how long some women took to prepare for a night out, I was resigned to waiting an hourat least.

Still, there were worse ways to spend an evening. The Blythe Estate was remarkable. They owned a 1938, six bedroom home in Beverly Hills, that stood on over three acres of land, and came with its own private pool and tennis court. While I’d never call my own apartment the lap of luxury, it was a decent place in downtown LA, but the Blythe Estate made it practically seem like squalor.

I stood in the hallway at the foot of the stairs, watching the hands on the old grandfather clock move, and admiring the undoubtedly expensive artwork, as I waited for Alyssa to return.

I’d offered to drive her and her friends to wherever they were going, knowing being with me in my car was safer than trusting a cab. There were a hundred different ways the Bloodline could have someone sneak into proximity with Alyssa, posing as a cab driver was just one of them. Of course, the club would hold its own array of dangers, but I had no intention of letting Alyssa out of my line of sight. If she needed to use the restroom, I’d wait right outside the door.

Finally, almost an hour after Alyssa had gone upstairs to finish off getting ready, she made her way back downstairs. And as she did, my jaw dropped to the floor.

I’d seen pictures on social media of Alyssa dressed up for a night out, butnothingprepared me for the sight of seeing her dressed up in person.

The first thing I noticed were her long, lean legs. She was wearing black, skyscraper heels that looked impossible to walk in, and yet she came down the stairs with the grace of a gazelle. The dress was cutveryshort, barely concealing her underwear. And as if that wasn’t enough, it had cut-outs all the way down from her breasts to her stomach that were held together by golden chains.

As Alyssa reached the bottom of the stairs, it was clear from her expression she was waiting for my reaction. And so, not to give her that satisfaction, I remained impassive.

She looked amazing. And she knew it. I wasn’t about to stroke her ego by even commenting on how she looked. Even if the sight of her in that body hugging dressdidmake my dick twitch.

Alyssa retrieved a faux-fur coat from a closet near the door, as well as a black, diamond embellished purse, and then turned to me with a dazzling smile.

“I’m ready to leave whenever you are. I already called Brittany and Courtney and told them you’d pick them up.”

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