All Chapters of Tempting Her Bodyguard : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CARTERShe looks around, seemingly at a loss. “Um…”“Need me to refresh your memory?” I’m having way too much fun with this than I should. “If I remember correctly, your words were ‘I want to assist you in taking a shower’. Or are you retracting them?”“Of course not,” Rory huffs, rolling her eyes as she seems to get her bearing back. “Why would I? I said I’ll help you take a shower and I will.”One of my brow quirks up as I appraise her. “Okay, so why am I standing in here and you’re all the way over there?”My mood has significantly improved compared to when I slid out of bed this morning with my arm radiating so much pain, I’d wanted nothing more than to cut the limb off and be done with it. After staggering to the bedside table, pain ringing a fucking anthem in my head, I’d found my prescription, popped two pills in my mouth and washed it down with water before stumbling into the bathroom to take a piss. The fact that I’d woken up to find Rory sleeping next to me yet hadn’t ling

RORYThe heat of Carter’s eyes are like a brand on my skin from where he stares at me, on the other side of the kitchen island. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the blowjob and while there’s definitely the unmistakable look of awe on his face, there’s also something else. He almost looks unhappy, probably because when we got out of the shower, he’d been so hell-bent on eating me out, to which I’d refused, taken a proper shower and ordered us takeout instead. He looks at me like I’ve taken his favorite thing away. It’s so unexpected, it brings a small smile to my face. His scowl deepens and that does nothing but make my smile widen. Sometimes, I think about the Carter of before and struggle to match him with the man sitting in front of me now. We’ve come a really long way, from not being able to pull a word out of him to him giving them to me freely. From him avoiding me like I was the plague itself to him now being in a foul mood because I refused to partake in an activity that

CARTERI’m glaring at my phone on the island top like it’s going to magically make the person I’m calling answer faster. Newsflash; it doesn’t. I reach voicemail. A-fucking-gain. I’ve heard this fucker’s greeting so much in the past twenty-four hours that I’ve already memorized it--not voluntarily--and it’s beginning to grate on my fucking nerves. The voicemail greeting isn’t even finished yet before I’m slamming my thumb down on the screen, ringing him again. I’m beginning to worry--even though I know I probably shouldn’t be because he’s a grown ass man and more than capable of taking care of himself--and it’s pissing me the fuck off. What responsible adult doesn’t answer their fucking phone a whole day? As if he hears my question, the call connects and the asshole’s voice fills the kitchen. “What?” He barks like I’m a fucking inconvenience. Like I’m not the one who’s been calling him since fucking yesterday without a fucking response. “Where the hell have you been, asshole?” I s

CARTER “Look, we just wanna talk,” I say as gently as I can. “What about?” He’s still staring over our shoulder, looking a bit frightened now. “You the cops or something?” “Or something.” This time, it’s Spencer who answers, taking a step forward to prevent the man from retreating. “We just wanna ask you a few questions. Do you know the guy who lives next door?” The man pauses as understanding dawns on him. I see it the moment it fills his eyes and that’s when I know. That he knows the man we’re looking for and he’s definitely onto some sketchy stuff. Stuff this man knows about. He brings his cigarette to his lips and puffs on it, leaning against the door. “I’m not sure. I’d need something to jog my memory.” he draws out the words, making his meaning very clear so that there’s no mistaking what he’s asking for. I’m already reachin

RORY Leaning over the back of the couch he’s sitting on, I snatch Carter’s laptop from his lap. I’m quick and before he can even realize what I’m doing, I’m already racing up the stairs with his laptop tucked under my arm. Unfortunately, I don’t make it very far before a strong arm snags me around the waist and lifts me clear off the ground. I wriggle against him, fighting to get out of his grip even as a girlish giggle falls from my lips, but then I remember his injury and I stop fighting against him. “Let me go, you Neanderthal.” “This is the second time you’ve called me that,” he says, not the slightest bit winded or out of breath. It’s so hot, yet so fucking annoying because I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs before he caught me and I’m breathing like I ran a marathon, yet he’s carrying me and sounding like that. “Not sure I like it.” I shrug, giving up as he carr