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“I agree,” the woman says as I keep my eyes moving over Olson’s body.
“Are you sure?” Olson asks once more.
“Yeah, Princess. I’m sure. You look fuckin’ amazin’ in that dress.”
“Thank you, Ridge.”
“Yeah, thanks, Ridge. I’ve been telling her that’s the one for the last twenty minutes,” the woman says. I smirk at Olson, needing my advice. I like that she asks me. I like she needs me, and that’s a bad combination.
“I’m sure you’d look sexy in whatever you wore. What day is this?”
“It’s the twenty-first. You don’t have to be there. They have security set up for me.”
“Like fuck I won’t be there,” I argue with her. She’s on my watch, and I will be there.
“You don’t have to. I’m sure you have other things to do,” she says softly, almost as if she wants me to be there. I can sense it, and I’ll be there.
“Fuck that, Olson. I don’t have shit to do until you go back to California,” I remind her. I’ve been put on her watch until she leaves again. That means I’m with her wherever she goes, and she better get used to it.
“Good. I sort of wanted you to be there,” she confesses, taking me by surprise.
“You did?”
“Yeah. I like having you around. I feel safe.” With that she turns back to her stylist and starts talking about shoes. I can’t believe she said that to me. I can’t believe she feels safe with me. It’s exactly what she should feel, but still, it’s a shock to hear.
I turn on my heel and slide my phone out, answering a few texts as she finishes up in there.
I drop onto the couch and look out the window at the falling snow. I wonder what Olson likes more, winter or summer? I find myself wondering a lot of things about her. Like what her favorite color is and what kind of foods she likes.
Shaking my head, I know none of this is my business. I don’t need to know these things because, in a month, she’ll be gone. She’ll be back in California and doing her own thing. She won’t need me anymore, and the thought pisses me off.
I huff out a breath and shove off the couch, storming out the front door and lighting up a cigarette. I blow out a cloud of smoke when an older man walks up the driveway.
“Can I help you?” I ask him as he gets closer.
“I was just wondering if you’d seen anything out of the normal the last few nights. I’ve seen footprints in my backyard,” he says.
“Not really. Had someone leave a box at the back door, which is odd,” I tell him.
“Yeah, that is odd. I try to keep an eye out while Olson isn’t home. She didn’t mention a man, though,” he says, eyeing me up and down. The man has to be in his eighties, and he has the balls to eye me like that? I like him already.
“I’m her security while she’s home,” I say, extending my hand to him. He takes it in his and squeezes a little harder than he needs to, letting me know he can handle himself.
“Good to meet you. I’m Ben.”
“I’m Ridge. You need anything, just holler over here,” I tell him.
“Well, if you can figure out who it is walking around my backyard, that’d be great.”
“I’ll keep an eye out.” He nods his head and pulls his hand away before turning and heading back down the sidewalk. I finish my smoke before heading back up the steps and back inside. I find Olson on the phone having some kind of argument with someone. Ignoring it since it isn’t my business, I walk past her and into the kitchen. I see her stylist in the dining room packing up her things as I eye the dress still hanging there.
Eventually, the stylist leaves, and Olson walks into the kitchen in a robe. I step up in front of her, letting my hands roam under the robe's shoulders and shoving it down her arms. She freezes as it slides down her body, revealing her nakedness.
“Fuck me,” I grumble before grabbing her face in my hands and kissing her. I kiss her roughly before letting my tongue demand entrance into her mouth. I allow our tongues to war with each other for dominance. I win.
Her hands move to the hem of my shirt, running up under it and over my abs. I suck in a breath and shift back to lift her, setting her ass on the counter. Unbuckling my jeans, I lower them along with my briefs before scooting her to the edge of the counter.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast,” I tell her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she nods her head, biting her lip. Fuck she’s too damn gorgeous.
