Page 12 of Safeguard

I notice a hair tie on her wrist, and she startles when I work it off and start placing her hair into a messy ponytail. Her hair’s like silk when I run my fingers through it, and shit my dick is getting hard again. She fidgets nervously in her seat, and a cute little blush paints her face. She shoots a wide grin after I finish then sinks her teeth into the pastry like she hasn’t eaten in days.

“How did you know my favorite breakfast?” she asks, moaning through her chews.

I’m afraid to tell her, for fear I’ll sound like a creeper, but the way she’s scrutinizing, tells me she might be on to me so I should just come clean.

“Um…I may have seen you at Deja Brew a few times,” I say casually, but the way she’s contemplating is making my palms sweat. “I’m in there every day. I recognized you.” I wait for her reaction, hoping she’s not angry.

“You noticed me?” she asks, her tone awed.

“Mel, it’s kind of hard not to notice you.” Her cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“Okay, confession time.” She stares down at the table, avoiding eye contact. “I may have seen you there too,” she murmurs. “In fact—” She folds her arms across her chest and lets out a soft sigh. “I may have had a little crush on you.”

“Had?”

“Okay, I come in there every day to get a glimpse of you too, but don’t let it go to your head.”

Oh…it’s going to my head, alright.

My heart is racing. She’s been fixating over me, while I’ve been consumed by her. Shit! I can’t be with this woman, and she’s fucking perfect. I need this job. I need to get my life together. I can’t screw it up by fucking a client. Besides, the last thing I want is to get serious with someone. I’m not sure I could do casual with this girl.

“Look, I’m flattered, and if you weren’t a client—It’s just that I really need this job.”

Her face gets all twisted as she gets up and busies herself at the sink. “Right…sure…I get it. I just wanted to be honest with you—it’s all good.”

I’ve hurt her feelings, and I feel like shit. I join her at the sink not missing the heat in her eyes when my fingertips brush over her skin. She pauses, meeting my gaze. My heart races when I look into her sparkling indigo eyes. I imagine what they’d look like when she comes.

“I find you very attractive and maybe once this is over we could explore something. But right now, I need to do my job, and keep you safe.”

“Look, you don’t have to make excuses…it’s fine.” She waves me off like it’s no big deal, but she’s insulted. “So, tell me how I can get my car picked up from the station? I have some things to do today.” She quickly moves away from the sink. I feel like a shit-heel.

It’s for the best.

“You’re not driving anywhere. I’ll take you. Your car is already in the driveway. I had it brought here last night. A powder-blue Volkswagen Beetle? Seriously? And is that eyelashes on your car?” I deadpan.

She’s so damn sexy with the award-winning scowl she presents me. All I can think about is kissing those soft cherry-red lips.

“Fine, you can take me, and don’t poke fun at my car. She’s awesome.”

“Where the hell do you have to go? You should be resting your arm.”

She places her hands on her hips in a rebellious stance. She’s so damn cute, and I can’t help smirking at her.

“I belong to a program called Power Of Love. I volunteer on Saturday’s at the hospital—I’m. Going.” She puffs her chest. “It’s bad enough my Yoga classes are out for a while, but I’m not giving this up.”

I’m not entirely sure what this entails but something tells me I don’t want to fight her on it.

“Okay princess, I’ll drive you.” I hold up my palms in defeat. “You can tell me more about this Power Of Love thing in the car.”

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