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“Fine,” I answer through clenched teeth.
Having Mitch Hale less than a foot away, looking sexy as all hell while scolding me is too much to take. He pushes every single one of my buttons. My cock swells to half-mast.
“You really shouldn’t go out until I finish the profile and can go with you,” Mitch announces. “Even then, I’m not a proper bodyguard.”
Aaaand the bubble of sexual tension bursts.
I resent him telling me what to do. Especially when he’s gotten me all worked up sexually only to tell me I can’t go out and find someone to help me burn off my frustration.
“Are you serious right now?”
Mitch’s eyebrows nearly disappear under that thick head of black hair. “Of course I’m serious. Honestly? Your house is a security nightmare. I’ll be coming up with a plan to fix that as well.”
“Fuck.” I drag my hands down my face and drop onto one of my sleek leather couches and stare out at the ocean. “This is unreal. I never thought it would come to this.”
Mitch takes a few steps towards the sitting area and stops. His large hand reaches up to his neck to tug at his collar. I watch, entranced by the way the muscles in his shoulder flex under his fitted shirt. He took off his suit jacket hours ago. My eyes find the large black handgun sitting on his hip and my cock jerks in my pants.
Fucking-A if everything about him doesn’t just do it for me.
“Most people don’t have to think about situations like this.”
“I guess. Lucky me.”
Mitch sighs, a resigned look on his handsome face. “What were you going to do tonight?”
My skin burns from my neck all the way to the tips of my ears. No way am I telling super-sexy, straight FBI man that I planned to go to a very discreet gay bar near my house to pick up a nameless dark-haired guy that I can pretend is him while he’s on his knees blowing me.
“I was going to get a drink. I don’t know. Burn off some steam.”
Mitch smiles, and I have to hold in a gasp. God, he’s even more gorgeous than I thought. Two dimples appear on his cheeks, making him seem younger than…however old he is. Thirty? Thirty-one? His eyes crinkle in the corners, giving him an adorable, mischievous look. That full, red mouth curves into a lopsided grin, and just like that, I’m hooked.
“Well I can help you out with that.”
I freeze. What? Blinking, I try not to let my thoughts show on my face. Thoughts of Mitch Hale helping me burn off steam in many creative ways pummel my brain. Does he know I’m gay? Has he heard the rumors or did Ross tell him?
“Help?” I choke out.
“Yeah. You like baseball?”
“Baseball?”
He laughs and mimics a swing. “You know, the game played with a bat and a ball?”
I give him a dry look. “I know what baseball is, Utah.”
Mitch scowls at the nickname but maintains a professional demeanor. Unlike myself, who seems determined to be bitchy at every turn.
“Okay. The Dodgers play the Nationals at seven. I’ll run out and get a six-pack and we can watch the game.”
Mitch waits while I sit there, wondering what the hell is going on. I can’t watch baseball with him, can I? And drink alcohol? Hell, I’ll end up doing something stupid, like hitting on the straight guy or flat out offering to suck his dick.
“Gavin?”
I glance up at Mitch and see such an eager expression on his handsome face, I can’t bring myself to tell him no.
“Ummmm, sure. Baseball.” I hate baseball.
Mitch grins again, and my cock twitches in frustration.
