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My brain hears the words but refuses to fucking process them. My answer is mechanical. “No,” I hear myself say before I can even think it through.
Had she really just suggested a shower together? Surely, I misheard; I mean, why would she suggest I shower with her? Something about water conservation or some other shit, but she can’t mean it, can she?
Was she fucking serious?
As it is, I’m struggling to contain my overpowering desire for her. If I have to shower with her, I may not be able to control myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her emerge from her hut.
Fuck.
She’s only dressed in a simple black bikini.
It’s neither as elaborate nor as fancy as other bikinis I’ve seen on hot chicks, yet it’s so fucking sexy.
On a job last year, I was protecting the wives of a super important wealthy sheikh. His harem was full of exotic beauties, and when they wore bikinis, they wore the most exotic pieces.
I mean, there were nature-inspired ones, skin-colored ones, ones that seemed to only cover nipples, and even ones covered in glitter.
As I stand here watching Adelaide walk past, those girls from the harem pale into insignificance. I know she wouldn’t look any better in anything fancier; I guess you can’t improve on perfection.
It takes me about two minutes to make my decision—to change my fucking mind. For me, that’s like a lifetime. In my line of work, you’ve got be able to make decisions in less than a microsecond.
Sweat’s pouring off me, and the slightly muddy ground has left specks of dirt on my legs—not to mention, the grime, sweat, and dirt I’ve accumulated over the past few days. I sure could use a shower.
Maybe I could do it the way I am? But instantly, I dismiss the idea. It’s fucking stupid.
My skin needs soap and water. I mean, how many days have I not showered now?
It doesn’t matter what’s the worst that can happen if I go there in my boxers. I mean, she’s fucking covered, and I’ll be covering my most important body part. Not to mention, she’s fucking off-limits.
I’m here to protect her, not lead her astray.
With a sigh, I go into my tent and strip off. When I emerge, I’m only wearing boxers and something on my feet.
I never go anywhere in these parts without covering them. The nasties don’t stand a fucking chance.
The minute I walk around the side of the house, butterflies multiply in my stomach. It’s an unusual feeling. I’m normally cool, calm, and collected.
Beside the green palm tree, I see her. She’s gorgeous. There are no words to properly describe her beauty.
My insides feel strange. It’s as if they’ve been put into a vice, and that vice is being tightened by an invisible force.
With my eyes on her, I don’t see the puddle.
Splash!
Mud sprays up. A bit even goes into my eye.
Briefly, I can’t see anything. It hurts like hell. I rub it, but it doesn’t seem to get any better.
Tears are streaming down my face, and I’m regretting my decision to join her for a shower.
Nothing wrong with a little dirt, is there? Of course, now I’m here.
Fuck. I think she’s seen me.
She half-turns toward me.
“Ehm,” she starts, and straightens up. “You okay?”
My eye’s still shut from the mud incident. “Fine,” I grunt and keep walking toward her.
She’s holding a bar of soap and seems to be lathering herself up.
“Don’t you do that with water, I mean, under the shower?”
Adelaide shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Clearly, you don’t understand what it means to have a water shortage.”
Instead of getting into an argument with her, I turn to walk away. I’ve forgotten my own soap and towel. Of course, it’s so warm I don’t really need a towel, but I do need soap.
“Changed your mind already, have you? Or did you get clean simply by being near the shower?” I hear her ask with a chuckle.
“Forgot something,” I growl and keep walking.
“Doing another perimeter check?”
She’s too fucking cheeky for her own good.
Minutes later, I return with a bar of soap in my hand.
“Found anyone lurking in the bushes?”
I roll my eyes. Her confidence infuriates me. For her own sake, I hope nothing will ever happen to her, but boy, she’s driving me fucking insane.
Now that I’m standing almost next to her, I can see the small water container, which she’s using to wet the bar of soap before she rubs it onto her skin.
Resourceful and effective.
Adelaide sure isn’t your everyday billionaire’s daughter spending her days shopping and lunching.
“Ready?”
“For what?”
“The water. What’d you think?”
Fuck. Being so close to her is playing havoc with my mind. She’s so fucking hot, and she smells so delicious.
“What’re we waiting for? Hit me with it.”
She glares at me, but she doesn’t turn on the water.
“What?” I throw my arms up. I don’t understand what’s wrong.
“You need to take a step closer, sunshine. I don’t want to waste water.” She said, sounding exasperated.
I move my feet toward her. I’m careful where I stand. If I touch her, I fear I may lose my self-control.
Already, the tiny flame flickering inside me whenever I so much as look at her has turned into a raging inferno.
“I don’t bite, and I don’t have any contagious diseases.”
“I know,” I snap, and immediately regret my harsh retort when I see her hurt eyes.
Before I can say anything else, she’s turned her back to me, and I feel warm water hit my face.
I shake my head and rub my eyes, then I let my eyes feast on her long, delicate neck and gorgeous back.
The clip to her bikini top beckons me into action. Almost of its own accord, my hand reaches toward it when she turns around.
My nose is inches from hers now.
Her warm breath caresses my cheek, and as tempted as I am to close my eyes, I don’t.
She breaks eye contact first when she tilts her head upward to put her hair under the water. Mesmerized, I watch her bring her arms up, and run her fingers through that beautiful long hair of hers.
As she tends to washing it, she keeps her eyes closed as I shamelessly stare at her. Those delicious perky tits of hers that are barely covered by the black bikini top, her flat abs, and long legs are all eye candy for me.
Fucking delicious, sexy, and hot.
“You nearly done?” she asks with her eyes still closed. “I don’t want to turn off the water before you’re done.”
Was she a fucking mind reader?
“Nearly,” I mumble and scrub with my soap. It’s fucking hard not to touch her in this tight space.
As I bend down to wash my legs, my arm ever so lightly comes into contact with her ass. Tiny electric sparks seem to ignite within me.
Fuck.
Lightning fast, I stand up again. Either she didn’t feel it, or she’s choosing to ignore it. Maybe she doesn’t feel what I feel when we touch?
“Ready whenever you are,” I grunt and turn this way and that while the water’s still going.
It does feel good to take a wash, even if I have to do it with my pants on. I’m used to going many days without such luxuries as warm showers; but when I take one, I realize how much I miss them.
Life’s a bit like that, isn’t it? We never appreciate the small things we have until it’s taken from us. I mean, until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even think about taking a shower. But right now, I’m loving every second of it.
“Here we go.” Her voice rouses me out of my daydream. “One, two, three!”
And just like that, my little pleasure for the day has been cut off.
I’m left standing in the blazing sunlight next to this goddess.
Adelaide stretches languidly next to me. Her bikini top moves a little to the side, and I catch a glimpse of perfect white flesh and a pink nipple. She’s more graceful than a gazelle.
If I were to die right now, I’d die with one regret—that I never got to fuck Adelaide.
I suppose I should be grateful I got to at least have a shower with her.
“Thanks,” I mumble and turn to walk away.
If I don’t leave now, something might happen.
I can’t touch her. She’s the person I’ve been sent here to protect. I can’t just jump her bones, no matter how much I want to.
I’m no good for her. Repeat after me: I’m no good for her.
I think this to myself over and over again, mantra-like. If I say it often enough, it’s bound to sink in sooner rather than later. Right?