“A bodyguard? Seriously?” He looks back towards his mom, who is still waiting on the sea wall. “To be honest, I don’t trust you. Bodyguard or not. I know you saved her from me but you’re new to town. How am I supposed to know you’re not going to hurt her?”
I shrug. “You don’t. But I can honestly say that I’m no threat to her. I’m only worried about her safety.”
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “She struggles, you know? But she’ll never say it out loud. She’s too proud to ask for help.” He blows out a raspberry and then says, “I’ll tell you where she’s going to be, but not when. You can wait for her all day as far as I’m concerned. But if I find out that anything happened to her, I’m giving the cops your name.”
That almost earns him a smirk.
“Look, I have to walk my mom back to our place. But I’ll see you on Monday,” he says like it’s a sure thing, and then gives me the location of the photoshoot.
I watch him leave with his mom and then follow a few paces behind. Kyle said that he lived in the apartment above Jordans on our first encounter, and I intend to find out where that is.
Is it a bit stalkery? Definitely.
But I don’t really care at this point. She’s like a drug and I haven’t had my fix in days.
Mary is slow on her feet, but patience is my middle name. When we finally make it to their apartment complex, the first thing I notice is how run down the outside of the two-story building looks. There are weeds everywhere, along with overgrown shrubs, and the cream paint is chipping in chunks. It doesn’t help that the shit brown doors look like they came from a seedy motel in the middle of nowhere. At least I can see deadbolts on all the doors, so that’s something, I guess.
Mary and Kyle go up a set of stairs off to the left of the front of the building, and I wait to see which unit they go into. It’s the unit at the head of the stairs so I assume the one right under it is Jordans. The blinds are slightly open but otherwise, I can’t see anything from my vantage point. It would look too suspicious to go and take a peek and I decide to turn around and head back to my house.
She lives super close to Beach Brew, and I’m not much further in the other direction. It doesn’t take me too much time to return home, shower, and change into some comfortable clothing.
Tonight is all about recon. Kyle told me she’s meeting her clients by one of the old buildings that they let people paint murals on, but I don’t want to wait there for her. I would rather catch her coming out of her building tomorrow instead.
I don’t think she’s going to be very happy but tough shit.
It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
I throw some protein bars and an insulated bottle full of cold water into a duffle, along with some extra clothes. I lock up the house and head out to my SUV.
When I reach her apartment complex, I park on the opposite side of the street in plain view of her door and window. The silhouette of a woman appears on the other side of the gauzycurtains, and right away I can tell it’s her just by the shape of her body.
Now that it’s dark outside, her apartment lights illuminate her every move, and I settle into the seat of the SUV and wait. I’ve been on stakeouts countless times so this is going to be a cakewalk watching the object of my affection.
A few minutes later I see her whip her top off.
I take in my surroundings, making sure no one else is out here for the show.
Does she really not know that people can see her silhouette through the curtains?
Her concern, or lack thereof, for her safety is abysmal.
It’s like she’s asking for trouble.
I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing a bra because the tips of her breasts are easily recognizable through the curtains. Even from a distance. My cock has no problem with this little show though and is growing by the second.
I groan and bang my head against the back of the headrest. This is going to be a long night. If I didn’t think I would get caught for indecent exposure, I might jack off to relieve the pressure. But the last thing I need right now is to get arrested and have to explain to captain Miller why.
She finally turns off her lights and the glow of the TV radiates from her apartment. I set my alarm for the ass crack of dawn and pull my hood up over my head to settle in.
I probably won’t get much sleep tonight, but anything is better than nothing.
~ ~ ~
The sound of my alarm startles me awake and I scrub the sleep from my face. There’s no movement coming from Jordan’s apartment and the street is silent as well, everyone most likely sleeping in on this Sunday morning. I note the time and scarfdown two protein bars, washing them down with huge gulps of water.
When it hits eight AM and I still see no movement, I finagle my way into some shorts and pull the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head. The coffee shop is calling my name and I leave my post to go get a mocha.
When I step through the door of Beach Brew, the smell of fresh ground beans invades my nose. I live for the smell of coffee in the morning. It’s the one thing I can count on to get me through my day. Well, lately the thought of Jordan does the trick too. There’s a small line but I only have to wait for a few minutes before I’m the next person up.
