Page 6 of Taming the Bear
I don’t give him another chance to say anything because I run off to my car to seek refuge. While driving to my house I begin to think about everything that I just agreed to.
This is fucking crazy. I shouldn’t have gone ahead and did this. What the fuck was I thinking?
A few years ago, I needed the money to get my business off the ground. I did something really fucking bad and borrowed the money from some underground people. Needless to say, they want their money back and I want to get from underneath them. Not only that, but we have a lot of history.
The rumble of his motorcycle follows me into my neighborhood and I just imagine all of my neighbors trying to figure out what’s going on. I smile a little because I don’t care what they think and this is going to be great.
All of my uptight neighbors and their nosey ways. This is going to be the gossip for this little neighborhood that is in everyone’s business. I swear, if you wear flip flops in winter, they will gossip about how you need tennis shoes.
I park my car in front of my little house and then climb out of it. My house is a little cottage like house that my grandparents left me after they died and I just love it. It’s older and needs a lot of work but it’s perfect for just me.
There’s a wrap around porch that goes to the backyard with two porch swings. The shutters are painted green and my house is an off white, so needless to say I need to wash the front of my house all of the damn time. The front door and the garage have a rock design around them that give it a three dimensional look.
The rumble of his bike follows me and I stand in front of my car to wait for him. He parks right next to me and then shuts his bike off. Those powerful thighs that make my mouth water, help him off the bike and Joe walks over to me.
He swings his arm over my shoulders and then pulls me in closely to him. “This is some nice digs you got here, babe.”
I can already see my neighbors looking at us and watching what we are doing. I almost want to start fucking him in the open to give them something to talk about.
My stomach flutters with belly bats and I roll my eyes. “Well, darling, this is my place.”
Joe chuckles and then points to the house. “Well, how about you show me where the magic happens.”
There has been no magic.
I open the front door of my house and then let him come in. “Make yourself at home,” I say to him and point to my little living room.
The inside of my house is decorated pretty blandly. I haven’t had a lot of extra money to get decorations or anything to help spruce it up. I have a leather couch and the matching loveseat pushed off to the side of the living room. A big screen television that is mounted on the wall and that’s about it.
“So, this is home?” He says as he walks through my house.
Joe turns left out of the living room and then walks straight into my bedroom. I begin to panic because I haven’t cleaned my room recently and I don’t want him to think that I have messy tendencies. Which is stupid, because this is all fake.
“Don’t go in my room!” I call as I run after him.
By the time I screech to a halt in front of my bedroom door, I see him looking around my room. I have a huge bed and a nice dresser but that’s about it. My closet is packed to the brim with all of my shit and then there’s a closet at the back of the main one.
In the second closet, I have all of my hacking information and everything I need to be a private investigator.
“Baby, there’s no secrets between us,” he says with a sideways smirk and leans over to pick up my bra. He looks at the label and then chuckles. “Damn, you have some nice tits, love.”
Instinctively, I cover my chest with my arms and it only causes my cleavage to peek out. “Fuck,” I mutter.
“Didn’t work how you wanted it to, did it?”
I escape to my closet and pull out one of my suitcases and then open the door to my second closet. As I’m loading my suitcase up with everything, Joe stands behind me and asks me questions about my equipment. I explain all of my equipment to him and what it does and when I’m done, I close the suitcase.
The Bear
This woman is something else. She’s so timid and acts as if she’s never had a man in her house. I can’t help but want to break her out of this comfort zone that she’s been living in and show her that there is more to this world than living in a box.
“So, how did we meet?”
I’m taken aback by her question and then I see her loading some more clothes into a different suitcase. Damn, she does not travel light. “Do you have enough shit packed?” I growl and walk over to her.
I put my hand on her hand to stop her from loading something more into the suitcase. “Chantal, I know that you don’t know me very well but I won’t let anything happen to you. I take care of what’s mine and I appreciate everything you’re doing for me more than you know. Now, pack what you need for a week and then we can come back.”
After I help her load everything in the back of her car, she goes back through her house to make sure that she didn’t forget anything. When she comes back out, I see her chewing on something and she seems to be happier.
