by Rhona Davis
“I’m Married,” he told me, blurting it out so shockingly and suddenly.
Married…
That word cut me like a knife as soon as it left his gorgeous mouth.
But that’s all in the past.
We’re together again.
I know, I know…I should be furious with him. I mean, how can he just waltz back into my life and presume he can make up for lost time?
My anger is short-lived, though, especially when he smiles at me. There hasn't been a day since that fateful first night when I haven't thought about him; even when I was in a relationship with my ex-boyfriend—a relationship that quickly turned toxic and almost destroyed my confidence in men.
Feeling daring, I shuffle up closer to Johnny. Nudging my thigh against his, I bite back a naughty grin as I watch his pants tent. “Good to know you’ve finally plucked up the courage.”
“What do you mean?”
“To come and find me.” I flash him a wicked smile, knowing he’s probably so worked up that he’s on the cusp of ripping off my dress and nailing me on the backset of the cab!
“Who said I’ve come back to find you?”
“You did. You practically tore me away from my friends.”
“Desperate needs call for desperate measures.”
“So true.” I slowly run a hand up his muscular thigh. He flinches at my touch but doesn't shift away from me. “I bet you can’t wait to make up for lost time.”
Just as my hand snakes further up his thigh, lightly brushing against his pant zipper, the cab comes to a stop.
I push back on my seat. “Oh. We’re here already.”
“I know.”
I meet his gaze. “You know?” My brows lower. “How do you know? Have you been stalking me?”
“Something like that.” His half-smile turns into a full-blown one, showing off pearly-white teeth and cute dimples that make him appear more youthful than he really is.
When we exit the cab, I reach into my handbag to pay the driver. Johnny stands behind me, looming tall over me with his six-foot three inch frame. His hands are tucked into his pockets.
I grin at him. “Nice to know that chivalry isn't dead.”
“Sorry?”
“Getting the lady to pay for the ride home. Nice.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little sexist to expect the man to take care of the bill?”
“Maybe. But it’s certainly cheap for the guy not to…especially when he wants something after.”
He shoots me another one of his knockout smiles.
As the cab pulls away, I look up at the facade of my house. “Well,” I start, pulling my denim jacket closed at the collar to fight off a frigid late night chill. “Here we are.”
“Nice place. You live alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you get scared sleeping in this big old house by yourself?”
“Nope.”
He nods to the door. “Show me in then.”
As I slink off ahead, I glance at him over my shoulder and bite on my lower lip. This feels so naughty. The very first night my uncle is away and I’m bringing back a hunky older guy.
Just as I push my key in the door, it suddenly hits me…
The bodyguard!
I turn to face Johnny. “Before we go inside I have something to tell you.”
“What’s that?”
“My Uncle…” I hesitate and pinch at the bridge of my nose. “God, this is gonna sound so lame.”
“Go on.”
“Look, when you come in don’t be surprised when you see someone else.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Bodyguard.” I cringe as soon as the word leaves my lips.
“Oh! You must be someone very important.” He looks past me to the door. “Go on then, lets say hello to this bodyguard of yours.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Not really. I know that I wouldn't trust you to be left all alone. I’d never know if you’d bring some stranger home with you.”
I shoot him a naughty grin and open the door. I can’t wait to have sex with him!
Johnny
I hold both hands up as Georgie marches toward me with anger burning in her baby-blues. “Now hang on a minute,” I say. “What did you want me to say? Embarrass you in front of your friends?”
“Why didn't you tell me in the cab?”
“I was enjoying our conversation.”
“What, about a past we never really shared?” She stops shy of striking me. I can tell she wants to hit me out of frustration, though.
Her eyes narrow. “You know what? You can leave now. I don’t need some muscle-bound knucklehead watching my every move.”
“Ouch,” I laugh. “Knucklehead. That hurts.”
“Don’t mock me! Just go!”
I shake my head. “Can’t do that.”
“It’s not a request. This is my house.”
“Yes, but you’re not the one paying my fee. I have direct orders from your uncle.”
“Then I’ll phone him.”
“Be my guest.” I check my watch. “I’m sure he’ll love being woken up in the middle of the night.”
She squints. “You’re an asshole.”
“Thank you.”
She screws her face up and then storms off.
“Where are you going?’ I call out, laughing under my breath at the inevitable explosion of anger coming my way.
“To my room! And no, you can’t follow me!”
“Good night, Georgie.”
“Screw you!”
Hearing her bedroom door slam shut, I kick back on the sofa and chuckle. She looks so cute when she’s mad.
It was nice to play along with her. We laughed and joked, and the way she pressed up against me in the cab made me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
But harmless teasing is all it’s ever going to be.
I can’t afford to give into temptation. Besides, now that she’s pissed off I’m sure she’ll want to create as much distance between us as possible. So long as I stay at least five paces behind her then I’m sure I’ll get through the week unscathed.
Still, it would've been nice to tuck her into bed!
Chapter 4
Johnny
I’m spellbound. The way Georgie effortlessly glides across a dance floor is quite the sight to behold.
She is in total control of her body; writhing, twisting, spinning, and popping. She moves with both grace and confidence—sometimes sensually skimming across the floor, sometimes rocking out to the driving beat of the music.
She wasn't kidding when she told me she was training to become a professional dancer, at breakfast this morning. If I ever see her in a music video one day I’ll be recording that sucker and watching it on repeat.
She’s bigger than the usual stick-insects you see in those music promos, but that’s what I love about her. Curvy, pretty, and incredibly confident in her own skin, she’s just my type.
I’ve spent the last hour at the back of the rehearsal studio; sat on a chair as I watch her so I don’t show off the raging hard-on tenting my jeans. This girl is an angel.
When the class is through, and all the dancers have finished cooling down and stretching, Georgie comes shuffling over toward me.
Covered in perspiration and breathing hard, she nods to the towel on my lap. I throw it up to her and immediately cross my legs to hide my erection.
“That was so good,” I tell her.
“You think?”
“Perhaps you could give me a repeat performance later on,” I joke, enjoying the way her olive-green tank top clings to her chest.
“Why? So you can get a cheap thrill and knock me back again? Anyway, you’re here to do a job. Remember?”
“Doesn't mean work can’t be fun.”
Her eyes narrow as she wipes the sweat off her arms. “Don’t push your luck, mister.”
“Can you blame me? I’ve never seen a girl like you move
that way before.”
“What, a chunky girl like me?”
“No! I never meant it like that, I meant—”
She smirks. “Keep digging that hole.”
Now that my cock has receded to a less embarrassing size, I push to my feet as Georgie snatches up her sports bag and water bottle.
“Right,” I say. “Home?”
“Yes. But as soon as I’ve grabbed a shower I’m going shopping.”
“Shouldn't we have lunch first?”
She frowns. “I will have lunch when I want to. If you’re hungry you can grab a sandwich on the way to the mall.”
“What are we shopping for?”
“I’m shopping for clothes.” Her lips pull into a smile. “Underwear, to be exact.”
Once again, I stiffen to rock. Laughing, she shakes her head and walks off to the exit. As I follow, visions of her in some lacy bra and panties flood my brain.
When I first found out I was going to be her bodyguard I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but this job’s going to be even harder than I originally thought!
Georgina
Johnny’s will to live seems to dissipate with each passing second we spend in the store. He looks like the typical guy being dragged along for a marathon shopping trip by their wife or girlfriend.
Although I’m keen to buy some new lingerie, I’ve still to reach the underwear section of the store. The truth is that I’m enjoying making him wait. I like seeing him sweat for his money.
But my own patience is starting to wear thin. In fact, I’m feeling a little playful. I never liked Uncle Ronald’s idea of a bodyguard shadowing me, but with Johnny being that man I’m beginning warm to it. At least I can fuck with him a little for my own amusement. Cruel, but so much fun!
As he trials behind me like a lost dog, checking his watch for the tenth time, I soon find the lingerie department. Suddenly, with Johnny just a few short steps behind me, I freeze and turn. He skids to a stop, almost crashing into me.
“Right then,” I start. “I’ll need you to wait outside the changing rooms for me.”
“The female changing rooms?”
“Yes, Johnny. This is the ladies underwear section. Just sit on a stool outside. If I need your opinion then I’ll poke my head around the curtain.”
Nervously, he looks around the store. “You sure?”
I take him by the wrist and lead his gaze toward another couple. “See them?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you can see they're together. It’s quite alright. Men can wait outside for their partners.”
His lips curl up at the corners. “Partners?”
“Or chaperones, in your case.”
“Okay then. Let’s shop.”
These days I love what I see in the mirror.
I used to think I was fat; the chubby girl who’d never get asked to go to the school dance. But now, as a grown woman, I’m proud of my curves. And there’s one thing I have above all those skinny cheerleader types—incredible boobs!
I feel sexy as I check out my reflection in the full-length mirror. The purple bra with white frill I’ve picked out makes my already large breasts look even fuller. This bra is a certain buy. I’m getting some crazy cleavage.
Loosening my ponytail, I let my long auburn locks fall down my chest in silky ribbons. Fanning out my hair, I push my chest out and wink at my reflection.
Not bad, Georgie. Not bad at all.
Feeling my cheeks heat, I peel back the curtain and chuckle. Johnny looks like a nervous wreck on the stool.
“Okay,” I say, “I’ll need your opinion now.”
He swallows and clasps his hands together. “Sure.”
“Come on in then.”
“Why don’t you come out here?”
“I’m half-naked. The entire store can see into the changing room area. Just come back here and tell me what you think.”
“What if someone sees us?”
“What if they do? Husbands and wives come to this store every day. Don’t be such a pussy.”
Rising slowly, he looks down the length of the store before gingerly entering the cubicle with me. As soon as his eyes land on my curvy body and plump breasts, I giggle.
“Well?” I push my chest out and gently sway my hips from side-to-side. “How does this one look?”
His dark-brown eyes round.
“Go on?” I press. “What’s the verdict?”
“I—”
“Like it?” I finish.
When he finds my gaze he nods.
I giggle again. He looks so lost!
All out of patience, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in. There’s a tremble of hesitation in his body, but I know he wants me. I just wish he wasn't so defensive about it. He can’t hide the huge cock straining in his jeans as it nudges against my soft belly.
I squash my huge tits against his thickly muscled chest. “Do I feel nice?”
Finally, he latches onto my hips and backs me up to the wall. “Very.”
“Why don’t you show me how nice I feel?”
His eyes darken. “What did you have in mind?”
“How about a kiss?”
Just as I reach up on tip-toes to meet his lips a store-clerk calls through. “Have you found what you're looking for?”
I drop to my heels and curse under my breath. “Nearly,” I call back, trying to hide the irritation in my voice.
As we both stand in the cubicle, breathing hard and staring at each other, I almost go to kiss him again. But this time it’s futile. He quickly recedes from me and clears his throat. The moment has come and gone.
I can’t pretend I’m not disappointed, but I know it’s only a matter of time before his guard slips…
One way or another, I’ll break this man’s resolve.
Chapter 5
Georgina
As I applying mascara to my final lash, I let out a tired sigh. “Yes, Johnny, I’m going out again.”
“You must have a lot of friends. Do you go out every night?”
“What concern is it of yours?” Putting my make-up down on the dressing table, I turn on my chair to face him. “I didn't really get to go out last night. You dragged me away, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Yeah.” I squint. “Anyway, who said you could just stand there at my bedroom door? A little privacy would be nice.”
“Sorry. I’ll leave you in peace. Do you want me to call you a cab?”
“I’m quite capable of calling one myself.” I smile. “You can do me a favor, though.”
“Sure thing.”
“Fix me up a vodka and coke. More vodka, less cola.”
He studies me for a beat before grinning and folding his arms.
I raise a brow. “Well?”
“I’m not your servant. Go get it yourself.”
“You like playing games, don’t you?”
He shrugs. “You keep telling me how independent you are. And while we’re on the subject of playing games, what was that little stunt in the store about?”
I turn to face the mirror and continue putting the finishing touches to my lashes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Suddenly, my heart races. Johnny walks into the room and comes to a stop behind me. He’s staring at me through the dressing table mirror.
“The underwear,” he says. “I know teasing me gets you off.”
I chew on the inside of my mouth. “Does it?”
He traces my left shoulder with the tips of his fingers. “You know it does.”
Feeling my nipples swell with need, I shoot him a seductive grin. “Then why don’t you do something about it? What are you so afraid of?”
I watch his jaw tense in the mirror. I can tell he’s close to breaking.
“Oh well,” I say. “Your loss.” Pulling my hair into a neat ponytail, I push to my feet. When I try to walk out Johnny obstructs my path with his large frame.
My shoulders sag. “Excuse
me, please.”
“Only because you said please…” He makes a space for me to pass.
Just as I step forward, though, I stop in my tracks and look up at him with hope burning in my bright-blue eyes. “To be continued?”
“I’m a professional.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
His eyes narrow.
I breathe out. “I can’t wait forever, Johnny.”
Johnny
“I’m not that drunk,” Georgie protests as she spills through the front door and staggers down the hallway.
“No.” Smirking, I close the door behind us and lock it. “Not at all.”
As she heads to the kitchen to fix herself a nightcap, I loosen the top three buttons of my shirt and blow out.
I’m too old for nightclubs.
Although I was just a spectator—standing back as I watched Georgie with her friends from afar—the music in that place still rings in my skull. Give me a cold beer, a bag of chips, and a cosy fire any day.
“Wanna drink?” Georgie calls through.
“No thanks.”
She pokes her head around the kitchen door. “Don’t be such a misery guts. Have a drink with me.”
“Well…”
“Oh come on. You don’t have to be so serious all the time.”
“Well, okay then…but just one drink.”
“Thatta boy!” She hiccups, giggles, and stumbles back to the kitchen.
Georgie’s acting all cute and harmless, but this is dangerous territory. Little does she know how insanely jealous I was in the club. When I watched a guy dance next to her I saw red. He was slithering around her, checking out every inch of her perfect body, and she didn't seem to mind the attention one bit. Although nothing came of it, I was filled with envy.
A few minutes later, Georgie comes scampering back to the living room holding two glasses full to the brim. Looking a little unsteady on her feet, she hands me one. “There we go, soldier. Drink up.”
I squint at the sludgy contents. “What is it?”
“Whisky, coke, orange, milk, and ice.”