He went and sat on the bed next to her, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to him. "You are one hell of a sexy woman, any man would jump at the chance to be in your bed. But I'm not one of them. I never mix pleasure with business. If you want to fuck you better find someone else then if you want to get me fired then fo it now. I won't put up with any of your bullshit, you can twist me around your finger. I'm hired to guard you so you will do as I say when I say, not the other way round."
"I see you aren't going to be easy to break, but I will Mr. Jake,I always get what I want. Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll take a nap before dinner," she said, jerking her chin from his grip.
When she left he checked out his room and put his clothes away, checking his gun to make sure he had bullets in it, you never knew when you needed it. He then took a long shower, his thought going to the woman he was hired to look after. She was having an effect on him, he would be lying if he said he wasn't sexually attracted to her. What he liked was she wore no make-up, but then she didn't need to as she was beautiful without it.
Stepping out of the shower he dried off, tying the towel up he entered the bedroom, not bothering covering his body with clothes, and why would he? He was the only one occupying the room. He turned when he heard a knock and the door opened and Anastasia walked in, he quickly stood up from the bed.
"Fuck," he swore. "Don't you wait until someone tells you to enter."
"Relax Jake, I hope you don't mind me calling you by that name. It's not like I can see you standing there tying a towel around your waist so there is no need for the rush."
He tried looking into her eyes. "Are you sure you can't see anything?" He asked been vigorous.
" I'm sure," she answered and shot the door behind her.
"Then how did you know I'm tying a towel?" He asked her, fixing his gaze towards her eyes.
"I don't hear the rustling of clothes and I also can tell you've just had shower from your scent and I heard a slight movement of your hands going down to your towel. You can let go of yourself now, I won't peek," she said, laughing. "Get dressed and we'll walk down together."
His face turned red and he went over to the dresser, taking out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He was still pissed at her for walking in and was going to make sure it never happens again, even if he had to lock the door. "Next time do not enter until I tell you to."
"Oh, someone is grumpy," she said, trying to hide her smile.
Pulling on his briefs and pants he barked at her. "I'm glad you find this funny but we are going to have to set some ground rules down."
"Like what?" She asked.
"First I like my privacy and you will respect that. Second, you go nowhere without telling me and you will do what I tell you without question. Another thing, you will stop trying to seduce me, I'm here to protect you and not to sleep with you."
"Oh my, you get me all sad when you talk this way."
Going over he grabbed her arms and pulled her off the bed. "This isn't a game, it might be to you but it's a job to me, which I will take seriously. Besides, if I were to do anything with you your father would have me killed and I rather like living. Shall we go down to dinner now?"
She smiled wickedly. "Don't worry Mr. Jake."
"Christ," he swore under his breath and wiped his forehead, he knew she wasn't going to make things easy for him.
"Sorry princess, your plans won't work on me. Now, do you need help going downstairs? I'm not sure what is expected of me, so do I take your arm and lead you?"
She grabs her white cane and goes over to the door. "I can manage on my own and you are never to touch me unless I tell you to," she said as she opened the door and started walking away. "Are you coming?" She asked when she didn't hear footsteps following her.
"Right behind you princess."
"Don't let my father hear you calling me that, it's reserved only for him."
They made their way down to the dining room where her father was already there, waiting for them. He stands up and pulls out her chair, kissing her cheek before sitting back down.
"I hope you find your room satisfactorily?" He asked, turning his attention to Jake.
"It's very nice sir, thank you."
"Dad, I have a date tonight and I don't need Mr. Jake to come with us."
"Sorry princess but you know the rules, you go nowhere without your bodyguard. Whoever you're going out with, call him and tell him where to meet you. Mr. Jake will drive you and he will go in with you. Now don't pout, he will sit far enough not to interfere in your date unless the man get out of hand."
"Don't worry sir, I will make sure the guy doesn't lay a hand on her and please call me just Jake from now on, not Mr. Jake." He looked over at her and smiled, he could tell she was angry by the way her breathing got faster and how the red crept up her neck to her face.
She may not be able to see him but she could feel Jake's eyes on her and knew he was smiling.
After the meal was finished she excused herself to get ready and forget the date. One of the maids had laid her clothes out and laid them on the bed as instructed. She had chosen a black sequin dress with a low neckline, showing off her cleavage. She wore a diamond necklace and earrings, putting a dab of perfume behind each ear.Jake waited for her in the den and when he saw her he swallowed the lump in his throat. She looked stunning. The dress fit her like a glove, showing off every sexy curve on her body. He noticed she had on a light shade of pink lipstick. He rubbed his chin, the scent of her perfume hit his nose and he found it alluring. "If you are ready I'll drive you to where you want to go, and where will that be?" He asked, his eyes moving up and down and up her body."To a club called tango. I'm assuming we are taking father's car," Anastasia replied."Yes he insisted I drive you in it at all times, shall we go?" She walked ahead of him using her cane. "I don't like to us
When he put her down she raised her hand and went to slap him but he grabbed her wrist before she could make an impact."No one slaps me," ha barked at her."You have no right to treat me this way. My father will have your head when finds out how you manhandled me.""How do you think he will feel when he finds out the way you were behaving and how that creep had his hands all up in your business? I bet your daddy will never let you out of the house again. Now get in the fucking car.""I hate you," she yelled at him."You're breaking my heart," he said sarcastically as he opened the passengers door, waiting for her to get in. Getting behind the wheel he does uo his seat belt and looks at her. "Seatbet," he snapped at her."Asshole," she said loudly as she fastens her seatbet.With his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road he headed back to her home. "You really shouldn't act like that I'm the public, especially with some morron," he said to her."I can act any way I want to and t
He was so glad to get back to the mansion and even more so when she went straight to her room, leaving him in peace. He waited until he knew she was there before going up to his own room and going into his suitcase he took out the bottle of whiskey. He poured a large shot into a glass and sat back in the bed. It pissed him off that she had to bring his family, it took him forever to get them out of his head. After consuming half the bottle he passed out, falling into a deep sleep.Waking up he covered his eyes and swore when someone opened the curtain letting the sun in and shining into his eyes. He looked over to see Anastasia as she pulled them further apart. "Close those fucking curtains," he growled."You reek of alcohol," she said as she walked over to the bed. "You need to get up and take a shower. After breakfast, you're taking me to class." "Class," he grumbled. "Aren't you a little old for school?" He asked."It's my self defense class you moron, didn't you read over my sche
"What was that all about there between you and Mr. Millbrook?" Jake asked when they got to her bedroom.She opened the door and walked in, he followed her inside. "It was nothing," she said, going over to the bed and sitting down and lowering her head. He went over and grabbed her arms when he saw the red mark on her wrist. "It didn't look like anything to me and he left a mark on you, I should go down and tell your father that he got rough with you.""It won't do any good, he's my father's friend," she said.He sat down beside her. "Tell me what you two were fighting about."She leaned back on her hands. "I was just informed that my dear old dad had informed Mr. Millbrook that I would marry him. He said I have no choice and that once we are married I am to behave and be a proper wife. I'd rather die than marry him.""Your father loves you and am sure he won't force you to marry someone you don't want to, especially to one who is the same age as himself. Just talk to him. Let him kno
Jake decided to lay down and watch some TV in his room before going to sleep. Still dressed he laid with his hands behind his head. He was still finding it strange that she was turning in early, it wasn’t like her. The look she had given him got him thinking that she was up to something, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Not being about to concentrate on the news he glanced over at the door and got off the bed, he figured he’d go check on her. He knocked once, then again and when he got no answer he quietly opened the door to peek in. He did see a lump under the covers but something was not right, he could sense it.Going over to the bed he gripped the covers and pulled them down. His jaw clenched and his muscles tightened when he saw that she had stuffed a bunch of pillows together in an effort to make it look like a body. “Son of a bitch,” he swore and took off in search of her. He took the steps going down two at a time. He almost bumped into the butler, Benson.“Benson, have
Jake carried her bag that held her workout clothes to the car, tossing them into the back he opened the door for her. She was even quieter than usual, he had thought she’d be pleased that her father had agreed to break off the engagement. “Is anything wrong?”“Everything is fine,” she said, her lips pressed tightly together.Since she wasn’t in the mood to talk he sat back and focused on the road. After pulling into the club’s parking lot he got out, grabbed her bag and then opened her door. He waited for her to unfold her cane then he followed her inside. Taking her bag from him said she was going to the dressing room to change so he went and sat down. As a rule, he usually waited outside but today he decided to stay and watch.He sat back and looked around, each person had a disability of one kind or another. Each person had their own trainer and then he saw Anastasia enter and go over to her trainer. Just then a man came over to him.“You must be Miss Bruce's new bodyguard,” he sai
Jake walked down to the front gate and as luck was on his side Howard was on duty. They went inside the small building and sat down with a coffee he had made for them.“What can you tell me about a man that used to work here? a Legolas Graft.”“Yeah I remember him, a good-looking bloke, well he was.”“What do you mean, was?”“He only worked here for about two months, he took a real shine to Miss Bruce but she didn’t want anything to do with him. Apparently one night he got a little rough with her, assaulted her so Mr. Bruce had him beaten up and had his face rearranged. By the time his men were done with him, he didn’t look so pretty anymore. After that, he just disappeared and was never heard from him again. Why do you ask?”“Leonard, the owner of the club mentioned it to me. Do you think the boss had him killed?”“No. Mr. Bruce likes to make people who cross him to suffer. I’m sure he’s alive but is probably in bad shape, maybe missing some body parts.” He looked at Jake, his eyes n
Getting out of bed he sat on the edge, rubbing his eyes. He wasn’t able to get much sleep, he tossed and turned all night. He was worried about how Anastasia was going to behave after turning her down. After taking a quick shower he got dressed and was on his way to see her when he almost bumped into the maid coming from her room.“Morning Mr. Jake,” she said, giving him a friendly smile.“Is Miss Bruce still in her room?”“Yes sir, she’s a little under the weather and asked me to bring her breakfast up to her.”“Thank you,” he said and when she left he went and knocked on her door and entered when she told him to. “I hear you’re not feeling well.”“Oh Jake ,” she said, rubbing her temples. “I’m afraid I had too much champagne last night. I hope I didn’t do anything to embarrass you or myself.” She reached for her juice and took a drink before continuing. “I’m afraid last night was a bit of a blur. Can you share some light on what I did?”He was glad that she didn’t remember the kiss,