“Or, you know, you’ll meet me back here at six o’clock. I’ll grab dinner.”
“Honey, I’m home,” I say, dropping the bag onto the hallway floor.
I’ve spent the afternoon scoping out the bar and managed to find the perfect spot that allows me to see the entrance and exit. From there, it was back to Owen’s apartment to grab a bag full of his stuff, including a photo album that I sat and looked at for well over twenty minutes.
Owen is exactly where I thought he would be. At the kitchen counter, laptop on, phone next to it, and with glasses on.
Hello, Mr Politician.
I pause and look at him, as he glances over to where I’ve walked into the open plan living space.
“All okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, no drama. You?”
“Same. Should we be concerned about that?”
I shake my head and head over to the kettle. “No. They won’t make a move whilst you’re at a government building. Too many eyes, too much security.”
“Well, I guess I’ll be moving into Parliament then.”
I laugh. “Want a cuppa?”
“Tea?”
“As opposed to what?”
“I just wouldn’t peg you for a tea drinker,” he says, smiling and pulling his glasses off.
I step forward and take them out his hand, placing them carefully back on. “I think these should stay on.” My voice comes out huskier than I meant it to.
Turns out Owen in glasses, totally a turn on.
His green eyes look sharper, the light reflecting onto his pupils. The black frames act like honing beacons to his eyes, which were always my favourite thing about him.
“You got a thing for glasses?”
“I have a thing foryouin glasses.”
He reaches forward, his hands wrapping around my arse and pulls me to him. I go willingly; it turns out I’ll always go willingly with this man. Even if I’m still conflicted.
“Is your calendar clear for tomorrow?” I ask as he leans forward and smells my neck, moaning as he takes in my scent.
“Cookies, my favourite.”
“You’ve become a horny teenager,” I scold, even though I’m wrapping my arms around his waist, dropping them to his firm arse and squeezing.
“I really, really want to fuck you,” he says, peppering kisses against my neck, up to my earlobe, and pulling it between his teeth as he sucks. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine, goosebumps rising across my flesh as I suppress a shiver and moan.
“And I really, really want you to fuck me,” I admit, tilting my head so he can access my neck further. “But I’m being a really bad bodyguard right now.”
“You’re being the best bodyguard,” he says, pulling back and kissing me deeply before continuing. “You’re not letting me out of your sight. I’ll even let you go on top so that you can reach your gun and shoot anyone who threatens us.”
I laugh between more kisses, his hands gripping my arse tighter as he undulates his hips against me.
“Besides, as I hired you, doesn’t that make me the boss and you have to do what I say?”
“Nah, your contract was with Apex Security. This is pro bono.”
