Page 89 of Worth Loving You

Still, it felt good to know someone saw something different, something more.

“So, she’s the one, huh?”

My eyes rolled, my hand on my side. Pushing a breath through pursed lips, I grumbled, “Yeah, yup. It seems so.”

“Excellent. This is fantastic. I really want this to work.”

“Then are you seriously going to let go of the affairs?”

“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“I suppose not,” I sighed, shifting my weight to one leg.

He puffed out a breath, his lips flapping. “All right, then. It’s settled. I’m going to propose on her birthday.”

My sight flitted to her out the corner of my eye. She was sitting up now. A hand pressed to the small of her back, she arched, her eyelids closed, stretching her muscles. It pushed her breasts out, accentuating them.

I was a tit guy. I loved big tits. Tits like hers, always fake, firm, and stiff. When I touched Chastity’s, they had been so soft and supple.

Dread filling my gut, I bobbed my head up and down. “Yeah, right. Her birthday. Mm hm.”

“Well, I gotta get going, or I’ll miss my flight. Take care of my girl while I’m gone. That’s my future wife.”

My lids closed and I shook my head, trying to ignore the jealousy clawing at my insides. “Mm hm. Later, boss.”

I hung up and pocketed the phone, strolling toward her. Holding my hand out, she looked at it, then me, and slid her palm to mine, letting me tug her to her feet.

“I think we’re pretty much done.”

Glancing around, I nodded. “Yeah, looks that way. Great job, by the way. This place looks amazing.”

She rubbed her palms on her thighs. “Yeah, well, you helped, so thanks.”

“Mm hm. Just got off the phone with the boss. He’s headed to Ontario for about a couple weeks.”

Her attention snapped to mine, her dark eyes shimmering with disappointment.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be home in time for your birthday.”

The emotion faded. “Oh. Okay. How did you know—”

“My job, remember?”

“Oh. Right. Wait, if you were born to protect Milo, why are you now my bodyguard? Why didn’t he hire someone else?”

Shrugging, I tried not to appreciate her lightly freckled cheeks flushed and pink from her strenuous cleaning. Because I was supposed to seduce her, get her in bed, and let Milo know so he could catch us together. Every single time he found a woman he was interested in making more than a lover, I slept with her, texted Milo, and he “found” us.

That’s why I had been so adamant she not stick around in the beginning; the very notion of sleeping with an overweight woman had made me cringe. I had done everything I could to get rid of her without seducing her.

The more she denied me, however, the more I found myself wanting her. Like Milo, I had never been denied by a woman, so her constant deflection had me flustered. Worse, most of the time I hit on her, she legitimately seemed completely oblivious that I was flirting.

That only made her seem humbled and innocent which, in turn, heightened my desire to finally claim her. Now, I was obsessed with the challenge, needing it more and more.

It didn’t help that I was genuinely growing attracted to her the more I got to know her personally. There was so much more to Chastity Lou Monroe than I ever suspected and…she was a cool chick. I enjoyed our time together, I related to her like no other woman, and…I respected her.

Coughing, I scratched my thumbnail over my eyebrow. “No idea. I just do what he tells me to.”

“He traded someone trained his entire life, for Frank.”