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“Yes.” I nodded and looked about for somewhere to sit. On the bed, or on a chair?
As I was trained to do, I observed her and her mannerisms.
She’d sucked in her bottom lip and was nibbling it, clearly worried. Her eyes were shadowed and looked to be those of someone who had been through a recent hell. Her black hair was glossy and reached almost to her waist. Beside her on the bed lay a yellow sundress, though she wore a cream long-sleeved shirt, and olive-green leggings. They made her ankles look small, sweet, and feminine.
I braked. Time to stop observing.
I liked small, sweet girls, as did my cock, but this one was trouble and so off limits she might as well be on Mars.
She had shut her eyes but opened them to stare straight at me. “Another agreement? What exactly am I agreeing to?”
“To report back to me when I ask you to. It would be wise to want a second guarantee of your safety. You’d also profit from this.” I couldn’t say much here. I assumed there were listening devices in the room, if not spy cameras. The doctor had a rep for being thoroughly kinky and that alone said cameras.
She covered her mouth with her clasped hands then exhaled and slowly spread her hands to the sides. I could see her question coming from a mile away.
“Why should I? What have you done for me? You’re more of a stranger than the doctor is. And I don’t exactly trust him. Okay.” She shook her head, which shook that gorgeous mane of hers too. “I guess I trust hima lot morethan you, a man who only just walked in that door. Are you from the CNC Frat Boy Academy?”
I couldn’t help a momentary grin. Frat Boys was about right.
“I am. I’m representing one of the men who helps organize it. He’s worried.” For his own private reasons, I’d bet. Jacob was efficient, rich, arrogant as fuck. Everything he did was to further his own aims.
This was probably just concern over the law charging a Frat member with criminal offences, because that would reflect on everyone. It’d be a cat among the pigeons fiasco.
“Do you agree to report to me when I ask you to? The doctor knows about this. He agreed.”
“I…” She frowned as if she’d found a turd in her coffee. “I am tired of doing what you all want. I’m exhausted. Haunted even, some nights.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and fuck me if I didn’t feel a twinge of concern. What had we done to her? “Tell me something more. I am not a moron, sir.”
“Well, Charity. I like that sir, but…”
She wentpfft. I was beginning to wonder about her stupid defiance.
I gave up on the idea of sitting. I had to get her outside somewhere where we could talk freely. I had to actually read that file. I went to the door and rapped.
Bun Lady opened it.
“I need to talk to her in that garden I saw. I’ll stop her flying away over the wall. Deal?”
Five minutes later, after a small amount of wrangling with Bun Lady, and her phoning the doctor, I exited into a garden with Charity ahead of me. This was not the garden I had entered through.Note to self: be wary.
Flower beds, shrubs, small trees, a gazebo with a trellis. No other humans in the garden itself. This was good.
A seat seemed the safest place as it was off to the side, away from the white gazebo. I ushered Charity to it and went to one knee to look beneath. Improper thoughts were still running through my head, of her walking ahead of me in those leggings. Her shirt ended on her butt, and everything had beenmovingthe way the curvy female ass and hips did.
I needed to get my mind off her body and into the game.
The garden bench was clear of devices. There were no trees nearby.
“Okay. Let’s sit. I have to read something before I can answer you fully.”
“Right. Do your stuff, mister spy.”
“Bodyguard or security personnel is my descriptor,” I murmured, as I opened the file on my phone. “Give me a second, sweetheart. Though…” I was scrolling and speed reading, and as I read, thinking,what the fuck? “I cannot tell you everything.”
“Call me sweetheart again, and the deal is off.”
Startled, I glanced at her. I had a real smartass here. I finished reading the document and at the ending I found a zinger. Two zingers, if I counted everything in there.
“No sweetheart? I’ve made a note of that. Don’t expect me to obey you, though.” I rested my phone on my leg and waited to see what came from her next. “You know I’m trying to help you?”
