Page 7 of Jealous Bodyguard

He heads back into the library and closes the big double doors without a second glance, leaving me with a very jilted bodyguard and a tiny dog that looks like she needs to answer nature’s call anyway.

“Your dad’s just worried is all,” Melinda says convincingly. But even I can see she knows she's beaten when it comes to daddy choosing her to protect me over someone the size of Steve.

At least, I hope that's what’s happening. With a change in plans that involves me actually going outside for a change, I relish the chance for some fresh air and a change in scenery.

Melinda hangs back a few paces, letting me walk on ahead with Angel on her little leash while she scans every inch of our surroundings by habit. Like I said, I wouldn’t want to get in her way. She looks like she could snap me in half without blinking.

But I can’t help the uneasy feeling I got when I saw her going through my things earlier, but the thought of confronting her only makes me more uneasy the longer we walk around the grounds. Staying close to the house like Melinda says, but I make sure to somehow work my way around to the front so I can see through the library windows.

Steve seems to sense me looking, and turning his head just a moment, he looks relieved to see me before shooting me a wink that brings on that feeling again like nothing else. Making me moan out loud and have to stop walking. Something inside me feeling like it's about to pop soon, which makes me think of what Steve himself said just a few minutes ago.

‘Someone means to breed your daughter, Mr. Shulton…’

I think I’m gonna dream of him saying that over and over again. I know I will.

“Stacey? Are you sure you're okay? Maybe we should go in,” Melinda clips. Not even looking at me when she says it though. Sort of… distracted. Looking way past the lawns out past the boundary wall to the woods. As if she's expecting something. I try to follow her eyes to see where she’s looking but all I see is woods.

My eyes drift back to the library window, making my heart leap when I see Steve filling the whole space. His dark eyes blazing with intensity when they meet mine. But it’s clear he’s noticed something is up with my female bodyguard too.

“I am kinda tired,” I lie, looking for any excuse to get some privacy so I can think best how to handle this Steve situation. I can still feel his eyes on me once I look away, and even when Melinda coaxes me to give her Angel’s lead, I barely give it a thought.

“You go on ahead… I’ll give Angel here some laps.”

I feel a jolt in my belly. The same kind I felt when this woman was going through my things. Melinda looks sincere enough though, professional like Steve is. Looking every bit the bodyguard who’s had the tables turned on her and is going to be the dog monitor from now on after all. But I dunno… There’s just something off about her I can’t put a finger on.

“I’ll watch you go inside,” she says knowingly, reading my thoughts a little or maybe it’s just the look of suspicion I must be transmitting. But if it means she's off my case and I can go snoop on Steve, I’m willing to run the risk of Angel being walked to go poop by someone else for a change.

I don’t want to make it too obvious I’m trying to see Steve again. He’s probably not even-

But he is. My eyes won’t follow my commands and dart to the library window as soon as they can. Steve’s strong and penetrating look making me lose step and goofily stumble. But it’s the slow bobbing of his head as he nods gently to himself as he watches me clumsily find my way back inside that undoes me. To have a man look at me like that is something I thought only happened in those dollar novels online.

It’s like every second I know he's watching me, the feeling inside me intensifies. So, by the time I make it inside, eyeing the stairs and telling myself I can get on with my life knowing there’s a big strong man in the house now, I know it's useless. I know I’ve fallen for him like nothing else, even if he is light years out of my league.

The same intense power from his gaze is what changes my course from the stairs to listening by the library door. The soothing, deep tones of Steve’s voice that have a firm edge of authority make me literally sway on the spot. The urge to touch myself starting to overwhelm me the longer I hear it. My need for anything to do with him suddenly the only thing that matters.

The library doors are thick though, so I don't hear any details, just the low hum of his words until the sound of my dad’s voice moving closer to the door, wrapping up their little meeting, sees me dive behind the nearest potted plant on a pillar stand big enough to hide me. I can’t let either daddy or Steve know the effect he’s having on me.

He’s here to do a job, I tell myself. I should be more worried about the threats made against me. I should be letting daddy know that I don't trust his choice of female bodyguard… I should-

I should-

I should really go change.

My underwear is so wet from being this close to Steve, and at this rate, I’ll need changing every half hour unless I can figure out a way to make this crazy obsession stop.

Steve’s first out of the library, with my dad holding the doors open and finishing up their conversation.

“Alright, Mr. Slade… We’ll have it your way. I’ll see how things go with-”

Both men stop and peeking as much as I dare from behind the large green leaves I’m hiding behind, I can see Steve’s head cock. His nostrils flaring a little as if he can actually smell something I hope isn't the same source of wet slipping between my thighs right now. He hums a low growl to himself, but my dad’s attention is elsewhere.

“Melinda?!” he calls out, craning his own neck to strain to hear better. Forever needing to know where his precious Angel is, which jars me back to reality a little.

He calls my name next, and I feel my heart leap into my throat and after a strained moment of silence, he sighs to himself.

“Well? Go on ahead and look around, Mr. Slade. I’ll go see if I can’t find Stacey and Melinda… I’ll see to it that she looks after Angel from now on, just as you suggested.”

In a moment, he darts out the front door I just came through. Steve only lingering long enough to watch him leave before he makes straight for the stairs. Heading upstairs, to my part of the house. So, it’s mimicking his own stealth when I wait until he's out of sight before I scurry up the stairs behind him, a near whimper escaping me when the inner excitement he’s created mixes with the actual movement of my body.

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