Chapter 9
Jason
Well, I got to say that was an interesting way to meet your client.
I saw Veronica lick her lips as she stared at my ‘package’ and I couldn’t help but smirk. I knew the normal reaction for a person who got interrupted all of a sudden in his shower was to cover up, but as soon as I noticed Veronica checking me out, I didn’t bother and let her look her fill. I have to be honest that it boosted my ego a lot to have such a famous actress checking me out.
And she was a hell of a lot more beautiful in person than in the photos. Her wavy, chocolate-brown hair fell on her shoulders, framing her face. Her hazel eyes were slowly darkening with lust, and her cheeks were pink and blooming. She bit her lip unconsciously, and it made me think about how they would taste, if they were as soft as they looked.
Her eyes rose up to meet mine and she caught me smirking. It seemed to have snapped her back to her senses and she put the baseball bat down, turning her eyes away from me.
“I-I-I t-thought you were a thief,” she stammered, looking everywhere but at me. I snickered at that.
“A thief taking a shower?” I asked, chuckling a bit at how ridiculous that sounded.
She must’ve realized it too because her face turned into a scowl as she stared at me again.
“It’s not funny,” she hissed, and I rolled my eyes.
“I hate to end this chat, but can you close the door now? I’m trying to finish,” I said, making my voice sound innocent and polite. She blushed and blinked her eyes rapidly, as if remembering where we were and what I was doing before she so rudely interrupted me.
“Unless you want to watch?” I asked, shrugging. She glared at me and slammed the door, enough to make the glass walls rattle. It made me chuckle as she walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her with a bang.
“And lock your fucking door next time!” she yelled.
My, what a vulgar mouth she has.
I finished washing up and patted myself down with the towel before wrapping it around my waist. I wiped the condensation on the glass, and shaved before brushing my teeth. Afterwards, I opened the door, and found a Post-It stuck on it with the words ‘COME TO KITCHEN ASAP’ written on it. I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was being and wondered if all actors were this way.
“Well, if she wants me to hurry up,” I muttered, making my way out of the room and down the stairs in just the towel. Then she’d have to make do with me looking like this. I snickered under my breath at the thought of her squirming.
She turned her head as she heard me come down and her eyes widened, looking at me from head to toe then back, her head moving slowly with her eyes.
“Like what you see?” I asked. I couldn’t resist teasing her, especially when she looked at me like that. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t having an effect on me, too, and I was grateful I had enough power to control myself from seeing where this could go.
Her eyes narrowed at me but she said nothing, waving her hand towards the chair in front of her instead. I pulled it out and sat down, and then we just stared at each other for a while with our arms crossed in front of us.
“For the record, I wasn’t expecting you to come here,” she said, and I raised my eyebrows at her.
“Sasha and Henry said they informed you I’d be coming,” I said.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting you to come today!” she shrieked. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, composing herself. I just continued to stare at her.
“Okay,” she said. “Just so you know, I’m not exactly thrilled with you being here. I can handle myself,” she said, matter of fact, and I chuckled.
“Yeah. Sure you can,” I drawled, and she furrowed her eyebrows.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, sounding like she’s daring me to answer, so I responded.
“I’m just saying that if they thought you were capable of “handling yourself,” I said, making air quotations with both of my hands. “They wouldn’t have hired me. And you probably wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped last time,” I said.
“Almost kidnapped!” she corrected. Yeah, like that made any difference. I rolled my eyes to show her what I thought about that, and she growled, standing up abruptly from her seat and slamming her hands down on the table. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find her angry face hot. I shifted a little in my seat as I felt my dick harden because of it.
“Listen, buddy. I never wanted a bodyguard and I probably never will, so I’m telling you right now to stay out of my way. I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to feel you, and I don’t want you anywhere near me. Is that understood?” she said, and I stood up this time, making her stand up to her full height, the top of her head barely reaching my armpits.
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you, Miss Langley,” I said, feigning politeness and formality. “But I can’t do that. I have to stay near you if I am to do my job. I can’t protect you if I’m far away. Now why don’t you stop your little hissy fit and let me do my work.”
She screamed in frustration and glared at me before walking away, and I couldn’t help but check out her ass as her hips swayed from side to side.
I waited for her to climb up the stairs and out of sight before groaning softly. I needed to get ahold of myself. Veronica Langley was under my protection. She’s the job. She’s off-limits.
I went back into my room and lay down on my bed, putting both of my arms behind my head as I stared at the ceiling.
Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.