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STANDING AT THE nurse’s desk next to Gray and Jason, it’s hard not to overhear the conversation going on behind the closed curtain. This spunky girl has a healthy set of lungs when she’s pissed.
“What do you mean, you’re putting me on paid leave?”
The client…er… Ms. Quinn’s voice echoes through the emergency room, getting more enraged as the minutes pass.
Her boss has blind-sided her, and she has no idea he hired Kane Security for her protection. The whole thing seems a bit shady on his part, and now he’s putting her on forced leave until her broken wrist heals.
“I don’t care if it’s paid leave or not, I want to do my damn job.”
Jason clears his throat, evidently in an awkward situation, and not sure how to proceed. “Uh…I have another meeting in thirty minutes, guys. One of you is going to have to ensure Ms. Quinn makes it home safely. Whether she likes it or not, there’s a contract signed, and we need to do what we’re hired to.”
“I can do it,” I offer without a second thought, wanting to show my boss he can count on me.
Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?
I tell myself it has nothing to do with the beautiful, spirited red-head sitting behind the curtain on a hospital gurney.
My emotions are still in disarray from the fiasco that occurred about an hour ago, and I’m feeling a bit stalker-ish myself at the moment. I realized who she was right away when she fell into the room and landed at my feet. Of course, I recognized her. For the past four months, I’ve been stalking her at the damn coffee shop, every day, just to get a glimpse of her beauty. Whenever she comes into Deja Brew, I can’t take my eyes off her, and I have to fight to get my dick to stop twitching. It’s idiotic, and a bit creepy, I know, but just sitting there in the coffee shop, waiting for her to walk in, just the thought of seeing her gets my heart racing with anticipation. I feel alive.
She’s always dressed professionally—her vibrant red locks piled high on top of her head in a well-arranged bun that I’d love to dismantle. Her plump round ass looks fantastic in those dark pencil-skirts she wears. And her mouth-watering tits always spill out just enough from her form-fitting satin blouse to tease me.
Usually, she wears a sensible, strappy sandal to enhance her outfit, but today she’s decided to amp it up with obscene, sky-high, red velvet heels.
“Just get out!”
The same color as her fiery red mane, and apparently her fierce temper.
Those damn shoes are probably the reason she ended up falling on her cute little ass. Who the hell wears fucking heels like those to work? Although, they make her long, toned legs look sexy-as-fuck. I imagine what those legs look like wrapped around my neck and my cock, every night.
“Dammit Arie, it’s just a few stupid letters from a crazy fan, I don’t see why I need freaking security.”
The three of us stare at each other like a bunch of schmo’s with our dicks in our hands, unsure of how to proceed.
“Urm…Grayson and I need to go. Just make sure Ms. Quinn gets home safely and report back to the office so we can go over a game plan.” Jason’s eyes plead with me as the douche boss walks out of Melanie’s room exasperated, and nods at us.
“I got this boss, don’t worry,” I say.
Everyone leaves and I enter the tight quarters of her exam room cautiously, trying to gauge her demeanor. She peers up at me, letting out an exasperated sigh. Her deep, baby-blues are glistening with tears, and I want to punch her shit-head boss in the face for making her sad. I don’t know this woman, so why is my stomach tied up in knots? Because you’ve been getting yourself off to her every night.
We study each other, and I can’t stop ogling because she’s breathtaking up close. Her flaming-red hair, her flushed ivory skin, even the cute little freckles splattered across her nose, the whole package makes my breath hitch.
“What are you still doing here?” she growls, rolling her eyes all fierce and beautiful, making me smirk.
“I’m taking you home. I’m Chase Taylor, your new bodyguard.”
Her eyes flicker with hesitation.
I extend my hand awkwardly to shake hers, but she holds up her pink fiberglass cast with a sassy attitude. Even hopped up on pain med’s, she’s a beautiful firecracker.
“Shit, I don’t need a bodyguard—besides, Gabby can take me home.” She gives me a dirty look with a long stare. She’s trying to intimidate me, but all it’s doing is making me want to fuck the sass right out of her.
“Nope, she left. Arie sent her back to the studio, something about finishing her entertainment segment. She was disappointed though. She really wanted to stay and draw a penis on your cast. Her words, not mine.” I hold up my hands and give her a lopsided grin. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
“I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”
“I’m sure you’re very capable of a lot of things.” Her glow turns to a bashful blush as she stares down at her injured arm.
“You must have better things to do than be here in a hospital room with me.” Her brow snaps together, and she gives me a pout. She’s simply adorable. “I can take myself home.” Stubbornly, she yanks the blanket off her body, exposing her silky-smooth, naked legs. She scowls, obviously annoyed I’m eyeballing her.
