04

CARTER 

When I took this job, I knew that it was going to be taxing. Most of my jobs usually are, and I don't just mean the protection aspect—no, not at all—I mean the aspect that concerns me constantly being around beautiful women. 

But I didn't expect it to be so damn difficult, because while I have worked with a myriad of beautiful, sexy women, I have never worked with anyone like Rory Tremaine. 

It would have been okay if yesterday, she decided to flash her tits at me or even come up with a ridiculous excuse to feel me up. Those things would have been better. But instead, she gave me the fucking tour and ran the hell out of there like her ass was on fire. 

It wasn't; she was just attracted to me. That much was obvious—and expected. 

I'm not some egoistical idiot or anything like that. I know how I look and I know what girls think when they see me—a quick hard fuck. And while they might not be wrong, I'm also not going to prove them right by giving them what they want. 

Most of the women I've worked with always assume that I'm playing hard to get, so they put in extra efforts, sway their hips extra hard and wear the skimpiest of outfits in a bid to seduce me. But none of them have ever succeed because first rule of business is that I don't mix business with pleasure. And I've never been attracted enough to any of them to make me want to change my mind.

But here comes the part that has got my panties—or briefs in this case—in a twist; I'm attracted to my latest client. Actually, attraction is too tame a word to describe what I felt when I saw her for the first time yesterday. 

And the part that has me sweating extra hard? I'm not positive that if she decides to seduce me like the others, I won't fall.

Rory is small, with a big ass that bounces with every step she takes and tits I was not able to see clearly from her hoodie, but I'll bet they're just as spectacular as her ass. 

She's the opposite of the women I usually go for—tall, lithe and willowy—and she's also far younger than me, it makes me feel bad for checking her out. For wanting her. 

I shut off my thoughts and focus on the weights I'm carrying, relishing the burn as I push them back up and hang them. 

Another thing that just makes my current job stand out from my others, is the fact that I have to live in her house. I don't usually live with clients for the duration of the contract. They just call for me when they need me and I show up but with Rory, not only am I going to have to bear working with her, I’m also going to have to see her every day. 

"Fuck," I mutter as I sit up on the bench. I bend down and pick up my bottle of water because my throat is parched as hell. 

I'm wiping the sweat from my forehead with my face towel when I hear the door creak open and my eyes fly in that direction. 

How crazy is it that I push her out of my thoughts only for her to appear in person? 

One small foot appears before I see the rest of her and when I do, I can't help the bolt of lust that shoots directly to my dick and has the fucker standing up at attention as if to say, me likey. 

I ignore it. Reluctantly, because I would very much rather not look at her at all but my traitorous fucking eyes won't let me, I scan her small form. 

She's wearing leggings again—those damn things make her ass look like a fucking miracle and I am pretty sure they will be the death of me—but unlike yesterday, she's not wearing a hoodie. A tank sits on top of her leggings, but doesn't quite reach it, and leaves a silver of skin bare. It's all I can do to not walk over there and nibble on that exposed slip of skin, just to know if it's as warm as it looks, of course. 

Her arms are bare and appear golden under the light from the bulb. Her hair is piled into a bun on top of her head, messy as all fucks. It's long—I noticed yesterday, impossible not to when it brushed the top of her ass with each sway—and right now, I'm wondering what it would look like against my tan skin as I use it to pull her head back while I pound into her. 

Fuck. 

Stop it, Carter, she's your client. Your very young, very off-limits client. 

Those reminders don't help because they only make me grow harder. If I grow any harder than I am right now, my jersey shorts will not be able to do much help in covering me.

She clears her throat and when I look up, because apparently, I've been staring at her tits—fuck my life, I know—I see crimson stain her cheeks and wash down her necks. 

I find myself wanting to tug down her tank just to see how far she blushes. 

"I...uh..." Her voice comes out breathy, her eyes dropping to my chest and abs before they fly up to mine, and she clears her throat again. "I forgot to tell you yesterday that I leave for work by 8am and I'm usually awake before then."

Of course I should have asked her this yesterday, but since she didn't bring it up, I did not see any point in bringing it up either. Especially considering that I already asked her father everything and he filled me in good. 

But I don't tell her that. I just nod. 

"Okay." She's about to turn around but she stops suddenly and faces me again, giving me her body in profile—which is nothing short of mouth-watering, because fuck, that ass. "There's coffee in the kitchen incase you need any."

I nod again and I expect her to leave but instead, she cocks a brow and turns to face me completely, placing one hand on a cocked hip. "You know, a thank you would be great."

Look, I'm really trying my best here to reduce interaction with her as much as possible. I only need to see her when we're going somewhere and other than that, I see no reason why she has to be in the same room as me or even speaking to me. 

Good thing is, I don't mind being seen as an asshole—I am one, actually—and if that's all I have to do to get her to stop talking to me other than is necessary, I'm going to amp it up. 

So that's exactly why I say nothing and keep staring at her blankly, waiting for her to give up and walk away. 

Points for not staring at her tits. 

But Rory surprises me by holding my stare and crossing her arms across her chest. She's staring me down. 

A stunned breath escapes my lips and I'm so thrown by her going toe-to-toe with me that I don't even know when I mutter, "Thanks."

The smile that stretches across her lips is devastating and has my dick jerking in my shorts.

"You're welcome," she beams, terribly proud of herself, then turns around and struts back to the door. 

Yep, you guessed it. 

I watch her ass bounce as she walks out of the room. I'm such a fucking perv, I know. 

Well, there's no way I can go back upstairs now without burning off some steam first so I decide to work out for a few minutes more. 

The worse part about this entire thing is that she's attracted to me too. It would have been bearable if I don't know, but I do. 

And it's going to make not wanting her even harder.