Page 25 of Safeguard

JUST AS I thought, Jason was pissed I spent the night at Melanie’s house. I feel bad I lied and said nothing happened, telling him Melanie was scared after the phone call and didn’t feel comfortable being alone. I’m not sure he bought it, and my reprimand was the night shift. I’m supposed to be on call, not sitting here in my car, in front of her house, but I can’t stay away. I haven’t spoken to Melanie since that morning, and I know she’s hurt and pissed.

I don’t blame her.

She’s got my head all fucked up.

All I can think about is her soft skin, her luscious curves, her beautiful smile. I want her in my bed, more importantly I want her in my life. I pushed her away to protect her, but I can’t stop thinking about her.

The way she glares at me whenever she steps out of her house in her tight, spandex clothes to go for a run. Tempting me to carry her in the house and fuck her until she’s screaming my name. The daggers she shoots when she comes out to get the mail are enough to slice my chest open. She hasn’t gone out once during my shift, but Joey’s had the pleasure of taking her out every damn day.

I know she’s purposely avoiding me.

I settle in for another long, dreary night of sitting here in my car and pull out my thermos of coffee. I turn on some music hoping it’ll revive me. I’ve only been here an hour, and I’m already sleepy.

Her front door swings open, and she steps out onto the porch with a determined look. She starts a slow pace straight toward me, wearing a short pair of denim cut-offs and a fucking white tank top that creeps up above her belly button. Her shorts are so short, the inside of the front pockets are showing at the bottom. Between the amount of bare skin on display and her overflowing tits bouncing around, I’m already pitching a tent in my grey sweatpants. I start to roll down the window, but decide better of it, exiting the car instead.

“Melanie, is everything okay?”

She thrusts a cup of coffee in my hand.

“Here, you might need this. Could be a late night”

She glances up, and there’s mischief written all over her face.

“I’m going out tonight. I was gonna call, but I figured since you’re out here stalking me every night, I’d just run out and tell you,” she says with a fake smile.

“I’m not stalking you. I’m just making sure you are safe.”

“Safe and sound,” she announces, giving me a thumbs up.

“What time do you need to go out?”

“Eight,” she snaps, with her hand on her hip.

She gives me a once over, and her eyes twinkle with amusement.

“You might want to run home and change. We’re going someplace nice.” She shoves her good hand in her pocket and chews on her bottom lip.

Oh, how I’d love to bite her lip right now.

“Where are you going?” I rasp. She turns and walks away then stops short on the other side of the street.

“I have a date,” she yells over her shoulder.

Fuck!

I have just enough time to rush home, get changed into some dress clothes, and make it back here by seven forty-five. I’m just about to wrap my knuckles on the door when it gradually swings open.

“Come in.”

Holy Christ!

I hold the door frame to try and steady myself, my eyes dragging over her stunning form. I don’t deserve a woman like her. I’m trying to remain unimpressed, but it’s impossible the way that dress hugs her deadly curves. She’s wearing a long sleeve black cocktail dress that sits at the middle of her thighs. I can’t stop gawking at her long, silky legs. My eyes travel up to the V-neckline, and my mouth waters at the sight of her luscious, round tits.

Man, I’m jealous she didn’t wear this for me tonight.

Maybe she did.

She steps aside motioning for me to come in, her sweet, vanilla fragrance assaults my senses. Her fingertips brush my skin as I step past her, sending shots of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

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