“Crazy hot, according to you and the blonde that works behind the counter at Beach Brew.”
Her nostrils flare. “I’m going to kill Penny,” she mumbles.
“This Penny girl also told me your drink of choice. It’s a caramel macchiato.” I wave the drink at her since she’s so adamant about not taking it.
The door slams in my face a second time and I can hear the chain move a moment later. As fast as the door opens, she grabs the coffee and steps outside with me, closing the door behind her. It’s then that I really take her in. Her nipples are poking through her tank and her midriff shows the tan skin of her taut stomach. Her toned legs stretch down to her bare feet and she’s not wearing polish on her toenails. For some reason that turns me on.
She takes a long sip of the macchiato and moans, making my dick twitch with need.
“You understand that this is super stalkery right?” she interrupts my thoughts. My eyes snap to hers and she’s staring at me with a raised eyebrow.
I school my features and shrug my shoulders. “You're probably right, but I’m the least of your worries. You’ve been robbed twice this past week, and you still think it’s safe to meet up with strangers you find on the internet,” I tisk.
“I was technically only robbed once, thank you very much. And yesterday was a fluke. I’ve been pretty successful finding my clientele through the internet so far, so you don’t need to follow me anywhere anytime soon. You and Kyle aren’t my keepers. I’m a perfectly capable adult who doesn’t need your help.” She bats her eyelashes at me.
“A perfectly capable adult who got robbed,” I point out. “Look, I know we don’t know each other very well but it’s kind of what I do for a living. I’m a bodyguard. You won’t even know I’m there today. Besides, Mary and Kyle are worried about you.” I lay it on thick, hoping to guilt trip her.
“What are the chances you won’t follow me around?”
I take a sip of my mocha. “A big fat zero. It’s a good solution considering your track record. The only question is, are you going to fight me on it even though you know it’s going to happen no matter what? Or are you going to accept my generous offer like a good girl?”
I may have gone too far with the good girl comment.
Oops.
Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. I’m half expecting her to slap me but to my surprise, she composes herself and then reaches her hand out, palm up. “Give me your wallet and your phone.”
“You’re robbing me now, huh?” I smirk and reach into my back pocket. Both my wallet and phone are fake, issued to me bythe department, just like everything else in my life right now. But I hand them over anyway.
She turns to open her apartment door and disappears for a few seconds. She returns sans coffee but with her phone in hand along with my things.
“Nice picture.” She smirks when she opens my wallet. “Lucas Samuel Rivera, born June 5th, 1993. That makes you 30.” She looks up at me, a blush rising to her cheeks.
I smirk back. “Your math is mathing.”
She uses her phone to take a picture of my license and hands me back my wallet. “I’m sending my friend your info, that way if I’m murdered, she knows who did it.” She deadpans. “Do you have that face thingy on your phone? I need it opened.”
“Do you mean face recognition? Of course. Doesn’t everyone?”
She holds up my phone to my face. “I don’t, it takes too long to get into it,” she says matter of factly.
“Please tell me you at least have a passcode on your phone.” She shrugs one shoulder and I groan. “You need to be spanked for the lack of worry you have about your safety.”
Her gaze snaps to mine and her pupils dilate. “Excuse me?”
I don’t entertain her with a response because I know I’m pushing my luck this morning. I can’t help it though. This woman has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it. Instead, I ask, “What are you doing with my phone? Downloading a tracking app?” I joke.
“You wish, old man. I took your phone number and texted it to my FBI dad so he can do a background check on you.”
I swallow and stare at her. It would be unfortunate for me if she had a father in the FBI, but not a moment later she busts out laughing. “Oh my God. You should see your face. I’m totallykidding! I added your phone number to my contacts and texted Penny your number too. Just trying to cover all my bases.”
The breath I was holding comes out and I chuckle. “Are you always this much of a comedian in the morning? I would have given it to you if you had just asked.”
She hands my phone back to me and shrugs. “Maybe, but it was more fun this way. No offense but you’re kind of boring. No games or unnecessary apps?”
“What can I say? I’m a simple man. Why aren’t you this thorough when you vet your clientele though? It’s not that hard to do a quick internet search on someone these days.”
She rolls her eyes. “I usually do. I just didn’t this time. I had a lot on my mind this week.”
