“Wait up, Dylan.I need to check the security of your suite before you go marching up there.The attack at the gala dinner might not have been targeted directly at you, but that doesn’t change the fact there’s still some nutter out there who’d like to make you into a shish kabab.”
I don’t have the energy to argue with her, leastways, not over this particular point.The quickest way to get her out of my hair is to let her do her security check, then when she’s finished her box ticking exercise I can finally grab some peace.
The door to the suite has a brand new shiny lock and handle.Kira makes a quick circuit of the sitting area and bathroom before heading into my bedroom.
“I told you to wait in the hall,” she snaps when I follow her into the room.She gets on her knees to check under the bed.Her feet are bare.She kicked off her monstrously high-heeled shoes back in the stairwell of the variety hall.
“Nothing’s been disturbed.It’s all exactly as I left it.”
“That’s good to know, but it pays to be cautious.”
I should have learned by now, there’s no cajoling her.She’ll do her job to her set standard, regardless of any actions I take.As she goes about doing exactly that, it becomes increasingly evident from the way she pulls at things that she’s pissed at me.We’d achieved something approximating a rapport for a little while over dinner, now she’s closed down and fallen back on the icy demeanour she presented at the start of the evening.
Fuck her.If one of us has a right to be pissed off, it should be me.I never asked for her to do what she did.
You didn’t stop her either.
You fucking loved every goddamned moment of it.
When did anyone ever jack you off in a way that felt even half that good?
She’s a bodyguard; she’s supposed to protect me, not provoke me.I grind my teeth when she sits on my bed and searches beneath the pillows.It’s too invasive.It’s hard enough dealing with the fact that I can feel her all over my body.
I strip off my jacket and tie, and chuck them over a chair.My watch follows; then cufflinks and shirt.
Kira returns to her feet and watches.“What are you doing?”
That’s been the question of the night.
Undressing so that I can shower her off my skin, that’s what.“Johns is waiting for you.You don’t want to keep him too long.”
She spears me with her frosty gaze.“That’s what Johns does.He waits.”
She opens up the closet and rifles through the contents.It’s perfectly apparent there’s no one hiding in there.
“Kira, you can go.I’m safe here.I’m not going to open the door to anyone.”
She continues to poke through my stuff.
“I’d really like you to leave now.”
“Is that so?Well, maybe I’m not ready to leave, Dylan.Maybe I think I ought to stick around until you’re prepared to acknowledge what happened between us in an adult fashion.”
“What is it you think happened?”
“We had a moment.”
“Yes,amoment.Singular.It’s not ever happening again, and therefore there’s nothing to discuss.We were in a tense, edgy situation.People often do crazy things under those circumstances, act out of character and such like.”I shush my id telling me that the situation had fuck all to do with anything, and if it were true, I wouldn’t be desperate to stick it to her now.
“You are full of bullshit, Dylan Drake.I’m not looking for a date with you, or a promise that we’ll see one another again.I just want you to acknowledge that what happened did actually happen, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with that.”
“Did I say there was?”
“Your actions are spelling it out loud and clear.You’re going to try and bury me like some sordid little secret.Oh my God!Dylan Drake got off with a woman, watch out the world’s going to come to a grinding halt and the planet will fall apart.”
That’s not my intention or what I think at all.
Well, it is and it isn’t.
