by Kay Maree
He smiled, you don’t know much about your team or what they do, do you?” he asked.
I shook my head; I was probably naïve about a lot of things. I guess when I looked at the world through some rose-coloured glasses everything looked perfect and yet I knew deep down that the world was a place of terror and chaos.
“I’ve always been but a few meters away from you at any given time. When you sleep, I am only down the hall.”
“Wait, are you saying you live here in my house?” Maybe I was blind to what was happening right under my nose.
“Kyle approved the idea of in-home protection the instant I signed on to be head of your security. I’m your personal bodyguard, no one else’s. The only way I know how to protect you is to ghost you in a way. Keep you close but not too close. Kyle mentioned that this isn’t the first video or images he’s received. ‘The creep’ as you call him has been here, inside your house and he’s stolen things.”
“What?” those words, the whole concept was a real mindfuck. How the hell did someone get into a 6-foot brick fenced yard that had security cameras not to mention a team on lookout the whole time. I couldn’t fathom it.
Either the guy was genius at break and enter or it was an inside job.
“Bingo,” he smiled.
“Are you telling me this is an inside job? That maybe someone I know is behind all this?” I curiously queried.
“I don’t know but it’s a theory I am willing to place a bet on,” he replied.
I spent a half hour chatting with Finn about the plans he put into place. I was still surprised that he’d been in my employment for weeks now and I didn’t have any clue as to his living arrangements. I didn’t know what the protocol for bodyguards were. Did they live inhouse or simply come and go as they pleased? Clearly, he’d been living not a door away from me this whole time, it was like having a house mate and yet not.
Chapter Eight
Callie
One Week On
I was bored, housebound and so over all this crap. I was going stir crazy, like cabin fever was kicking in and if I didn’t get out soon, I was gonna murder someone.
I’d been hiding in my bedroom and growing more and more frustrated about the lock away plan. I just hoped it worked and I could go back to normal. I only had two things, to look forward to. One was a shopping day, but he’d made strict instructions to those security who’d follow me.
Two was about to happen right now. I way lying in bed half in some sexual euphoric bliss that was… well I don’t know a way for me to take back what I felt that scum stole from me. It had been a little while since I’d pleased myself and I so needed it. I just hadn’t expected to be caught red handed.
I was mortified, alright that’s the understatement of the year. He’d caught me, naked laying in bed with a pretty purple vibrator between my thighs and sweet moans seeping from my lips. He’d effectively caught me, getting myself off. To say I felt horrified would be a complete irony. I was humiliated and yet I felt adrenaline course through my veins bringing me closer and closer to a freedom I never knew existed. This couldn’t get any more awkward or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as I watched my purple vibrator fly across the room. It hit the back of the door as he entered and landed right on the wooden flooring, bussing like there was no tomorrow.
What the fuck! I wanted to hide under the covers and pretend that this scene unfolding wasn’t happening. That I didn’t just throw a vibrator across the room and that he wasn’t staring at it as it jiggled across the floor.
“Fuck!” I chuckled my hand instantly cupping over my lips. I couldn’t contain the chuckle I felt creep from the pit of my stomach.
What was I thinking?
“Do you kiss your mother with that foul mouth?” he spoke.
“I kiss….”
“Yeah I bet you do, and a whole lot more,” he interjected.
He didn’t know me, yes, he lived across the hall but how would be know what I was like. “Just because I kiss a lot of guys doesn’t mean I sleep with them,” I retorted.
“So, you kiss guys, but you won’t open your legs for them?” he inquired. “Some would call you a cock tease,” he continued.
“And yet here you are, my legs spread for you, while I get off to a battery-operated toy,” I groaned in frustration. The audacity of him.
“Exactly my point… cock tease,” he smirked.
“Fuck you Finn, you know nothing about me,” I said annoyed that he would call me a cock tease.
“I know more about you than you think,” he remarked, a sinister smirk slipping across his lips. It spoke volumes. It was like he was silently speaking without having to vocalize his thoughts.
“If you want something Finn then come and take it,” I said. “It’s obvious I’m open for business.”
“I don’t think so sweetness, tempting as the thought is!”
I shot him a look that told him to retract what he just said. How couldn’t refuse me?
“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned. “For starters, you’re my client, you’re far too young for me and I don’t mix business with pleasure… ever,” he declared.
“Now who’s being the tease.”
He bent down picked up the vibrator still buzzing on the floor and tossed it onto my bed. The smile on his face was now more visible. He was silently teasing me, and this was frustrating sexy. It was making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and the butterflies in the pit of my stomach were fluttering so fast that if I couldn’t control them, they’d make me feel sick.
“You can stay for the ending of the show,” I sneered.
“I’ve seen enough,” he replied as he turned and walked out of the room.
I grabbed my purple vibrator tossing it at the door, watching as it hit the floor and broke into several pieces. I was so annoyed and pissed off I couldn’t contain the anger. He built me up the little fucking asshole, only to let me down big time. I slipped from the bed needing to just get over this because the truth was… this couldn’t happen. I wasn’t about to go and sleep with my hired help. Shower… I needed a cold shower to rid my mind of these images.
I couldn’t stop visualizing what it would be like to be taken by the brute of a man. I groaned loudly. Fuck the fucking bodyguard.
Chapter Nine
Callie
I returned home from shopping, the first time in weeks that Finn wasn’t following me around. He’d employed a female security detail to be with me when I wanted to do more personal things. Like today when I wanted a girl pampering session. Hair, nails, massage the works.
I dumped my shopping bags onto the bed and quickly noticed a beautiful black velvet box, with a gold lace ribbon laying there. Next to it was a card that seemed to be some type of calligraphy masterpiece with my name beautifully written. I opened the envelope and inside was a note.
Callie
For your pleasure… & maybe mine!
No indicator as to who this was from, but I instantly knew the gift giver.
So much for his statement about me being too young for him. Was that a ruse to put me off or a statement he just memorized and gave to every female client he worked for. He said he didn’t mix business with pleasure, but the note suggested otherwise.
I slipped the note back inside the envelope and put it aside before I took a closer look at the velvet box. I wasn’t a blind fool; the man was sexy as hell and then some. However, something deep in the pit of my stomach told me he was dark and maybe a little more than I could handle but it wasn’t going to stop me from pursuing him for what I wanted which let’s be honest was just one hell of a good fucking shag.
With that thought in mind, I opened the box, inside was this lace cami-top with matching bottoms… lucky guess or was this guy a creep.
A beautiful slim lined gold vibrator and a pair of heavy golden handcuffs.
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. The fucking nerve
of the man. He breaks my purple one to replace it with… I wasn’t even worried about the broken toy; after all it was really my own fault not his. Besides, I wasn’t about to cry over broken plastic, not when I had a bevy of others stored in my draw that I could use. I had to confess, the handcuffs where beautiful… heavy but they’d only be for his pleasure because there was no way I could use the vibrator while handcuffed.
Chapter Ten
Finn
Fuck the fucking Hollywood princess. What the fuck was I thinking? What I had just done was one hundred percent unprofessional on so many levels. She was going to rip my head off, fuck me up on every level and I wouldn’t be surprised if she got me fired. Although, Kyle wouldn’t give me the boot because he’d practically demanded I stay and teach this woman a lesson or two but truthfully what could I teach her?
Manners, well she seemed polite enough, I could teach her self-defence, but she seemed fit enough to take down a monster and I was sure she probably had once or twice in her life.
“You did what?” Fuck, Fiona looked gobsmacked. The only reason I was here explaining things was because I wanted her or was hoping she would verbally slap me across the face to make me see sense. I came to Fi whenever I needed help and it was clear I needed something.
Clarity, a fucking new brain… ok so maybe I should have thought more with my head instead of allowing my cock to run the show.
“Are you out of your ever-loving mind? This is Callie Hart we’re talking about and you just gifted her… the Hollywood sweetheart a well I don’t even want to say the words. Finn, she’s going to either smack you good and hard or take you to bed,” she warned. The shock was still there on her face.
“Should I be scared?” I asked.
“Aren’t you scared of her? You know who she is and what she does for a living Finn. Look, I’m not your keeper and you’re a big boy, but what the fuck were you thinking?”
“You think I’m an idiot?” I said.
“Not if you’re into her… are you?” she questioned.
“She’s a client, one I promised to protect,” I voiced.
“A client you just gave an intimate gift to, it takes the saying to protect and serve to a new level,” she smiled, slightly chuckling as she shook her head. “Fuck me Finn, you’ve lost your marbles.”
“I know, I crossed the line. Totally unprofessional.”
“Unprofessional seems like an understatement,” she replied.
Fucking hell! Maybe I should just quit and find employment elsewhere. It wasn’t like I couldn’t find other work; I was highly sort after, but I also knew I wasn’t the type to run from my mistakes or even quit a job, even when things turned south. I think I just needed some space from here or maybe I just needed a little sexual release to clear my mind.
I knew several ladies who’d give me exactly what I seeked in the bedroom but the thought of them had me recoiling form the idea. Fuck me, I needed my head examined… this woman, Callie Hart was off limits to me and yet I couldn’t help but want to go after her like she was a gazelle and I was a lion ready to pounce and claim her as a prize.
Chapter Eleven
Callie
He was nowhere to be found. It was almost like he had packed up his items and shipped out. Doubt it as he had some crap spiel about him being a professional. Fucking men, was gifting me an intimate sex toy a professional move, hell no! alright so maybe a professional move for a pimp or a gigolo but fuck me!
The man clearly had gone mental to think I would leap into his arms and scream take me to bed and fuck me for forever. Don’t get me wrong, the thought was appealing but damn… I wasn’t that type of girl. I couldn’t help but stare at the writing, the note he left with the gift.
Callie
For your pleasure… & maybe mine!
What did he expect that I’d spread my legs and allow him to watch? Who the heck was I kidding, I’d let him ride me if it meant I got him out of my mind. The truth was, he’d been an annoying fly constantly buzzing around me for a good few days and every time he was near all I could think about was well… sex.
“So stupid, Finn. What the fuck were you thinking?” I mumbled to myself. The instant the words left my mouth I realized I wasn’t alone.
It had been a stupid decision on his behalf, even if I liked the gesture. Even if it made my girly bits spring to life. FUCK! I wasn’t like many girls; I didn’t just share my bed with anyone. In fact, I’d not shared my bed in a long time. I never brought a one-night stand back to my house… ever. It was a rule I live by because the last thing I needed was one of those men to know where to find me, to come back stalk me and all. It was already hard enough now when I was forever on the big screen and followed by paparazzi.
“I’m sorry,” Finn’s voice called from my bedroom doorway.
I sighed heavily, pulling myself up to sit against the bedhead as he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. I moaned internally as I watched his stride, the way his slacks clung to his firm legs. Damn, he was gloriously divine in so many ways including the whiff of cologne that just blew through the air and hit me head on.
I wanted to yell at him, tell him to get out but I didn’t have the strength or fight in me to do this, whatever this was going to be right now I’d just have to take it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I hated my body at this very moment. It was firing off signals telling me to pounce on the bodyguard and deal with the repercussions later. It was scary cause I knew my body had the potential to betray me. I needed to keep silently chanting to myself that I was just horny and in desperate need of a release, which I would have gladly taken care of myself last night if I hadn’t broken my favourite toy.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, taking a seat at the edge of my bed. He was so close and yet so far away.
“Own it,” I said. He didn’t need to be sorry, fuck no! If he was just following his own sexual urges, then there was no way he needed to apologise for being who he was.
“Own it?” he replied.
“I’m still not convinced it isn’t some sick twisted joke you’re pulling however, we’re all human and often forget how easily we can overlook our desires especially when we’re focused on the needs of others. I am not an idiot Finn, I know there is something… some electric current,” I declared a small groan slipped in. I was practically finding excuses to let him go, to tell him to fuck off and yet it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to own it, own the fact that he purchased a beautiful sex toy and wanted to indulge in some fantasy that clearly wasn’t professional in anyways but I wasn’t going to tell anyone about a sneaky sexy one night stand with a bodyguard.
“Are you admitting to liking me?”
“Fuck off Finn.” The words came flying out of my mouth before I could even think of a reply. Did I like him? I’d thought it was obvious, at least to myself. I found him attractive, sexy as hell and a man I wanted more than life itself.
“Just admit you like me, and we can move on.”
“Have you been drinking? I asked.
“I’m on the job sweetness, besides I know you want me,” he teased, running a hand through his dark brown hair.
“Argh!” I growled, “I never said I wanted you, stop putting words in my mouth,” I snapped.
I wasn’t the type of girl to speak freely about my life. Very few individuals knew about my humble beginnings, but the public from the day I was thrusted into this profession wanted more. They seeked to discover the in’s and outs of Callie Hart. What I did to keep fit and who I was dating, honestly, they’d be asking me in my next magazine interview what toilet paper I used. I was fine with divulging what I classed as bullshit, but personal things weren’t my cup of tea.
“If you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t be so defensive. And you certainly wouldn’t be touching yourself,” he vocalized, as he looked directly at where my hand slowly stroking my inner thigh. I hadn’t even realized until now.
“Re
ally Finn, you’re sure you’re not drunk? Fuck me, fine. I find you attractive but that doesn’t mean anything.”
Fucking hell; it was obvious I was turned on and needed some male attention but this… I’d already stated several times wasn’t going to happen and for so many reasons. I could vocalize the fact that yes, I found him attractive but that was it.
Chapter Twelve
Callie
Three Days Later
Oh hell, this wasn’t gonna be a meeting I enjoyed. Kyle tried his best to keep this under wraps but apparently trying to vanish or keep a low profile was not an option for these guys. They paid me the big bucks and I’d signed contracts and still my security and welfare weren’t their concern.
“You can’t force me to do this,” I yelled, she was frustrating me. We’d been at this for more than an hour.
“I can and I will. You’re contract bound to attend, and there is nothing neither you nor your lawyers can do about that,” she barked back.
“Kyle.”
“You are aware that if you force miss Hart to attend, you’re facing a lengthy and hefty lawsuit?”
“As I said, your lawyers’ wont be able to get you out of this contract,” she snickered.
I shouldn’t have been surprised after all I was a Hollywood actress what I wanted wouldn’t matter to anyone.
“Clearly you’re more worried about your reputation your brand then the safety of myself or those who attend. I’ll do the fucking promotion you’re after, but don’t you think for one second that I am happy about this shit. I may be some figure head for your movie, the ‘it girl’ but what kind of promotional hell is a crazy mad man gonna cause when your ‘it girl’ is shot or maimed on the red carpet?” I yelled.