Page 4 of Blazing Desires
Fuck.
I can’t ignore the way my dick is pressing against the zipper of my pants as soon as I lay my eyes on that pretty body of hers. I’m harder than a teenager at prom. I keep my stance locked tight, not wanting to bring attention to the bulge in these tight-ass pants. I let my eyes wander her curvaceous body. Her black leggings hug every inch of her full hips, highlighting a tiny waist.
Double fuck.
Her perfect hourglass figure is made obvious by the slightly cropped lavender knit jumper she’s wearing, which hints at a full bust. My mouth is watering and my dick throbbing at the thought of what’s hiding underneath.
As my focus inches past her slender neck to her face, I’m struck once again by her beauty. I’d memorised everything about her and studied the photo in the file what felt like a hundred times before I started today. She’s beautiful, yes, but there’s something about her eyes that isn’t quite right. I just can’t put my finger on what it is. The dark brown irises are framed by long lashes, and a smattering of freckles makes her look younger than she is. Her auburn hair has a sun-kissed colouring to it thatcompliments her pale skin, a slight wave to the locks that reach to her hips.
I do a double take of her face, my eyes landing on the purple and blue bruise on her cheekbone, with a small cut in the centre. My desire abates as my anger blazes under my skin. My jaw ticks with the urge to demand she tell me what happened to her.
Who the fuck is responsible? I’ll kill them. How dare they lay a hand on her? Hurt her?
Hypocrite. You’re planning to hurt her too, just not in the physical sense.
My eyes meet hers across the small distance between us, and hers widen as she takes a small step back. I clock the movement of her retreating steps, paying attention to the way she makes it appear as though she’s only shuffling her weight.
Davina tucks her hands behind her back, no doubt trying to hide the trembling in her arms. But I notice it. Someone’s undoubtedly done a number on her if she’s having to hide her body’s reaction to fear. She’s scared. Of an ex, maybe?
I can tell from where I’m standing that she’s taking slow, measured breaths, as if being in this room is enough to make her panic. I tuck that nugget of information away so I can consider what it means later. As I look back at her beautiful face, I modulate my voice and expression to hide my anger.
“Hello, Davina.”
I observe her body tensing as a blush breaks out on her face, blending in with the swirl of bruising on her cheek. Conflicting emotions play out on her lovely face at the sound of my voice,and I can’t stop staring at her. I’m drawn to her in a way I hadn’t anticipated and I have to resist closing the space between us in a few long strides. I ignore the urge and remind myself of what I’m here to do. At the same time, someone clears their throat, reminding me we aren’t alone in the room. I tear my gaze from Davina’s reluctantly, landing on the source of the cough.
Mr. Anthony Elodie.
The man before me is of average height with a stocky build. His greying hair is perfectly coifed and there isn’t a single wrinkle in the simple dark jeans and matching dark t-shirt he’s donned.
He radiates a‘Do not fuck with me”attitude—it’s rolling off of him in waves, filling the room like a carbon monoxide leak. You can’t smell it and you don’t realise it’s creeping up on you until it’s too late. Luckily for me, I’ve been around guys like him my whole life. Fuck, I’m one of them.
You have to be, in this game.
I’ve been counting down the days until I could walk through the doors to this sprawling mansion and begin my assignment for AlphaWatch Security. I’ve spent the time leading up to today reading the brief and going over the files containing all the information I would need on the CEO’s daughter.
Name: Davina Elodie
Age: 29
Height: 5’2”
“Sweetheart!Don’t just stand by the door, you silly girl. Come here.”
Mr Elodie’s tone brooks no room for argument as he calls out to his daughter. Even the small smile on his face which emphasises his few wrinkles doesn’t detract from the fact that he clearly expects her to obey his command without question. His arm sweeps out, indicating to Davina that she goes to his side.
I’m expecting her to eagerly head over to him—they’ve reportedly always been close, even when her parents were arguing. But she hesitates, eyes flicking between me and him as if she doesn’t know which one of us to be more scared of. The embers of my rage reignite and confusion strikes me, but I don’t show it.
What have I missed?
She finally makes her decision, taking a breath as she strides quickly and quietly to her father’s side. Her arms are loose at her sides once again as he wraps his right arm around her shoulder, his hand gripping firmly as it curls over the top. She winces.
The movement happens so quickly that I’d have missed it had I not been so intently focused on her. My anger flares hotter—I want to march over to her, sweep her into my arms, and take her far away from this fucking place. I might not know what is going on right now, but Iwillfind out.
“Blaze, meet my beautiful daughter Davina.”
He squeezes her slightly, and sure enough it pulls another wince from her. I simply nod my head at him. If there’s one thing I hate most about social etiquette, it’s introductions and fucking small talk. Like I give a fuck about who people are and what the weather is doing.
He drops his arm from her shoulders and turns to face her slightly, his stocky body still angled toward mine. Good—at least he clearly knows I’m a threat you don’t turn your back to.
