Page 1 of Nine of Swords
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Blade
I spreadmy stance to give my throbbing cock some room as I watch my newest assignment as she works in her midtown Manhattan corner office. The late evening sunlight hits one side of her gorgeous face and her rich red hair, giving her a mystical glow that I can’t ignore.
Her real name is Sydney Tabitha Rowan, but these days she goes by Sydney Adams. At twenty-four years of age, she’s the youngest bonds analyst among her peers in the mid-tier off-Wall Street trading firm where she works.
I’m at a safe distance, but the thing is, with my recon gear, I might as well be down on my knees, with my head between hers under her sleek custom office made of tempered glass and mahogany. Why? Because this sexy as sin redhead is exactly my type and I can’t take my eyes off her even if I fucking tried.
I’ve had my stuff set up on a vacant high floor of a commercial building on the kitty corner from where she works. It’s the gear I use for recon before making my presence known to whoever my private security clients assign me to protect. Usually, if their security threats aren’t imminent, I would take five days to a week to observe my assignments where they live, work and play, to have a sense of the kinds of threats they’re facing.
My body is tense from head to toe and my dick is constantly hard as granite every time she parts her mile-long legs under that translucent desk of hers, giving me a view of inner thighs and her silky panties.
It’s only been three days but I can barely take it anymore.
And that’s out of character for me. I’m a professional. I’ve been assigned to women before, some more refined or more physically striking than Sydney, and none of them ever struck a nerve with me in such a primal, physical way. Already, without ever having spoken to this woman, I don’t just want to protect her, I want to possess her.
And that’s some fucking dangerous shit, if I ever saw it.
Sure, the woman is just my type. Perfect for my every physical and sexual preferences. Full lips. Wavy auburn hair. Big hazel eyes. Gorgeous tits. Flared hips. And those legs.
But for fuck’s sake, I’ve got a job to do.
Watch my assignment.
Assess risks to their safety.
Present myself to them.
Make sure no harm come to them or me.
Neutralize anyone who gets in the way of my work.
I can’t afford to fuck up, because mistakes in this business can affect lives, including my own. For most of my assignments, I work alone, but this time, I have Aiden Stone serving as my backup, a guy I’ve worked with a couple of times before. I’m usually leery when a client demands an expanded security detail, but as they requested Aiden by name and are paying us both double our usual fees, I didn’t put up too much of a fight.
For the first time ever, I’m half-grateful to have a backup.
We met the first day and decided on how we’d approach this. I watch the assignment. He watches my back. Simple and manageable.
Except, the way I’ve been observing our assignment with lust in my eyes instead of a level-headed gaze, it’s only a matter of time before Aiden clues in on things. Just like me, the man has a solid reputation in the business. He misses nothing, and has never lost an assignment. But in this case, knowing he’s around can’t hurt.
Because this girl is in real danger.
Over the last three days, I’ve singled out nine separate individuals or teams who pose a threat to Sydney in the field. She seems to have a tail on her almost everywhere she goes, but I suspect she’s aware of at least half of them. I’ve come to believe that she’s just as aware of what’s going on around her. Those big, bright, sad, soulful-looking eyes of hers seem to always be watching, waiting, anticipating, preparing.
I can only hope she’s prepared to let us take care of all that when the time comes.
She’s the kind that might object to a bodyguard. I can already see her raising hell about it, and will probably go on and on about being able to take care of herself. She’s damn good at it too. I’ve seen her shake the men following her a few times. Like last night when she left the office late and took the train home instead of a taxi or walking. Instead of immediately stepping on the train when it arrived, she waited until the last split second to get on board, and made a point of not going straight home. No, that night, she ducked into a quaint little restaurant located three blocks south of her place, and took a table near the back, a spot where she could keep an eye on everyone walking by or coming in. She seemed to have a gut instinct that they were onto her, and like a pro, she did some recon of her own to find out who exactly they were. She also switched from five inch pumps to flats while she rode the train, to give herself a better chance to move around with ease.
Or two mornings ago, as she walked to the gym attached to her condo building. She chose the treadmill in the corner facing out. It was the one that gave her the best vantage point so that no one could catch her off guard. I was impressed, and it didn’t hurt watching her in those cute little workout shorts and sports bra. They showed off just the right amount of skin and fit her like a second skin, revealing her impressively perky nipples, those shapely legs, and that sweet ass.
My guess is that Sydney’s no fool, so I’ve made a point of being extra careful to stay hidden. So far, she has no idea Aiden and I are watching.
At least, I think she doesn’t.
Not that it matters.
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