Page 2 of Jealous Bodyguard

“Sorry to butt in, but it’s-” she says nervously, Stacey flushing red when her eyes lock onto mine. There’s a long silence, and I feel my lip curling at the edge once I see that I'm not the only one in the room with a sudden mental blank.

“Well. It's that woman, daddy. I caught her snooping through my things…” she finally stammers after Shulton probes her to speak up.

I don't like his attitude, but if I’m gonna stay close to her, I need to make sure I secure this contract. Even if it does mean watching some hairy mutt.

“What woman?” I ask her, ignoring her father.

She doesn't look at her father before answering. She tells me everything instead. Making the old man click his tongue with irritation. Instantly proving to me who matters most to her from now on.

“The security woman,” Stacey explains, looking puzzled. As if I should already know who she means. But like myself, she didn't know her father’s arranged two security firms. One for his precious dog and the other to beef up existing security for his family, which, as far as I can tell, is a couple of aging guys in uniforms at the front gates and some surveillance cameras that look like they're older than the vintage mansion they’re assigned to guard.

Hardly a Fort Knox.

I open my mouth to speak, but Shulton cuts me off, “She's probably just doing her job, Stacey. She’ll need to poke around a little. Can you please just go back upstairs? I’ll explain everything later. Hm?” he asks her in a soothing tone, softening his firm look.

The note still in my hands making perfect sense now. Whoever sent it must know that Stacey here is Shulton’s greatest asset. I mean, look at her for Christ's sake.

Blond hair past her shoulders, blue eyes that shimmer like pools. A youthful, curvaceous body that has everything a man my size could need and still have change over.

Those childbearing hips looking like they need the training wheels taken off… Those heavy tits of hers that need sucking in preparation for the babies she’ll feed… And theywillbe my babies. I just know it somehow.

Ifeelit, like I did as soon as I walked in. I just had no idea it would be like this… Like her.

But Shulton’s oblivious. More concerned with something else that goes bow-wow and has fur.

“Where is she? Where’s my Angel?” he asks her suddenly. And judging from Stacey’s eye roll, I’m not the only one who doesn't share Sol Shulton’s obsession with his dog.

“She’s upstairs… Withthat woman,” Stacey murmurs with a little chagrin. Fighting not to look into my maddening stare but losing. Once her eyes stray downward, widening a little once she sees just how pleased I am to meet her, I know my job here is already half done.

She’s a virgin. Any man could see that. But more than that, she’s ready… Ripe for the plucking. And hanging so low on the branch any damned fool could happen by and snatch her up.

But she can’t help but look at my crotch. All girls do, whether they’d care to admit to it or not. And she knows I have the answer to at least one of her problems, growing in my pants the longer she stares at it.

But somebody else has already let it be known they want to breed from her. Problem for me now is I know the note isn't about dogs, no matter what Sol Shulton wants to believe. Someone's after his daughter.

Make thattwo peopleare after his daughter. I just joined that list and put my name at the top. So, if someone else wants Stacey, coupled with the threat of breeding her? That’s enough for me to make my mind up on the spot.

“I'm taking full control of this security detail, Mr. Shulton. Starting right now,” I announce boldly.

Informing Shulton instead of asking. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to find an argument. Struggles to find the courage to tell a man my size to leave before he caves in.

The look of confusion mixed with worry on his daughter’s face, as well as his preoccupation with his dog’s safety, seems to help change his mind about throwing me out just yet. Although, I’d like to see him try.

“Oh…Fine.” Shulton huffs. “But I don't want you interfering with the household. I want you toinvestigatewho sent this note, and for god’s sake, keep an eye on my Angel!” he cries, suddenly rushing from the room calling his beloved pooch. As if the only thing he cares about has four legs and a tail.

But the only thing that interests me right now has two legs. And a face clouded with feelings that don't suit her.

“I’m Steve. Steve Slade.”

Her chest heaves with relief once she glances past the doorway to make sure her father has really left. She flushes a little redder at the sound of my name echoing off the marbled floors out in the hallway. Murmuring her own name as if it's nothing important. But it means everything to me now.

Stacey…

She’ll be calling my name soon enough, and I hers…

“Who- What note? Mr. Slade- Steve. What isgoing onhere?” she asks, struggling to make sense while asking several things at once. The worry she showed earlier replaced with something else. At first, I’m not sure if she means what's going on with her dad's dog or what's going on between the two of us.

I mean, it wouldn't take a genius to feel the charge in the air between us. Would it?

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