Chapter One
Oakley
“Ugh. I can’t get my eyeshadow right.” I sighed as I went in with the brush, trying to blend the two colors together better. I flicked my tongue piercing around in my mouth for a few seconds while I fixed it.
“I’m sure it’s beautiful,”Keryth, my best friend, said.
I shot a glare at the phone since it was sitting on my dresser on speaker. “I can hear your eye roll from here.”
He snorted.“Good.”
I flipped him off, not that he could see it, and went back to the mirror.
“Don’t flip me off.”
I gasped, laughing. “Good lord, do you read minds now?”
“Nope. I just know you.”
With a chuckle, I finished my makeup, still not a hundred percent happy with it. I snapped a picture of myself and sent it to Ker, saying, “What do you think?”
“Mm. You look beautiful. As always.”
The comment warmed me, even though I knew he was full of it. “I feel like you’d say that even if I was wearing a paper bag and had lipstick drawn all over my face.”
He snorted.“No, I wouldn’t. I’d kindly tell you to wash your face and please put on real clothes.”
I laughed at that, then looked in the mirror again and sighed. “You really think this is good enough?”
“Oak.”Ker sounded serious all of a sudden.“He’s going to love it.”
I scrunched my nose up. “Who do you think I’m dressing up for?”
“Uh, Roman, obviously.”
My heart pounded in my chest at the thought, and I had to take a deep breath to cover up my shaky voice. “You’re insane. Why would I care what he thinks? He’s a pain in my ass.”
That last part was true, but the rest was bullshit. I wasn’t stupid enough to lie to myself about it, but I also didn’t want my ridiculous and inappropriate feelings out on display for anyone else.
Roman was my father’s best friend. He was my bodyguard on most days, my work partner on others.
He was also like a billion years old, just like my father, and I was only twenty-seven.
There was no way in hell anything could ever come of this… immature, stupid crush I had on the man.
When he’d been assigned as my bodyguard, I’d been so pissed, so upset that my father didn’t think I could handle myself, and so annoyed that Roman seemed to feel the same.
But slowly, over the months of spending nearly every waking minute with the man, my feelings began to… change. To grow.
And now, every time he was in front of me, all I could think about was licking him. Like… Ireallywanted to lick him. Even thinking about it now was making my cock twitch a little in my pants.
Shit. That was so terrible when I was on the phone with Ker.Yikes!
“You wish he was a pain in your ass.”
I blinked down at the phone, taking a second to register what the hell Keryth was talking about. I wish… oh my Mother of Scales. “Keryth!” I sounded so affronted, like I was a little housewife in an old TV show. I should be gripping my pearls from the sound of my voice. Which was so unlike me, but the fact that Keryth made a sex joke was… shocking.
And fucking hilarious.
