Page 17 of Daddy's Bodyguard
“I never said it was, darling.” He sighs. “I said it was an unnecessary risk.”
“Say it with me: Sofia. So-fia.”
“Sofia.” His velvety voice caresses my name and sends a shiver down my spine.
I sit a little taller. “At five thirty, we have to head over to the community college where I teach the English language three days a week.”
“One more hour here, then to another open, unfamiliar space while crossing our fingers.”
“Just call it an adventure,” I tease.
“Don’t forget who’s doing who the favor here.”
I roll my eyes but avoid his. I know he’s right. He doesn’t have to let me out of the safehouse, but he also knows that I would have made life impossible for him. Not that it matters either way since I’msurethat whoever is after my dad just followed him to my place and doesn’t actually care about me.
“Soon enough, we’ll get to go our separate ways and get back to our lives. Let’s not kill each other until then,” I say.
“Killing each other would be counterproductive to my mission.” He flashes a grin. “Let’s just keep up the compromise and easy living.”
“Thisisn’teasy.”
“It’s easier than it could be.” His face hardens. “Trust me on that.”
Chapter 6
Jasper
By the time we get back to the safehouse from Sofia’s second job – teaching English to adults – I’m beat. My leg aches, and I swear I feel every single year of combat weighing on me. Every injury re-opened, and every bit of my body was exhausted. Even myeyesache.
I must be getting old. Fuck.
I flop down on the couch and groan. When I open my eyes, I see Sofia slipping out of her heels. She toes them in line with the other shoes and continues into the apartment. She makes a beeline for the dishes from this morning and knocks those out within a few minutes. Then she changes into pajamas and goes to the fridge. From my seat on the couch, I watch her every move, each action leaving me more turned on by the minute.
She spent the whole day looking like some kind of corporate wet dream – a woman that can do it all and then some, with a smile - and now, in her lounge pants and oversized t-shirt, she looks real, tangible, warm. Totally fuckable.
I take my mind out of the gutter when she sits next to me with a soft groan. “I usually prepare my meals for the entire week, you know. Now, there’s nothing ready-made in the fridge.”
“Ordering pizza was already a risk. Just like getting a rental car.” I stretch my arms high above my head and roll out my neck. “It’s safer to cook. There’s plenty of stuff in the fridge.”
She sighs. “I don’t think I have it in me to cook.”
Honestly, I believe it. All I did was watch her today, and that was enough to exhaust me. I rub my forehead. “Pizza leftovers are in the oven.”
“They belong in the fridge.”
“Why the hell would I put bread in the fridge? It heats up better when its room temp.” I let my eyes close. “Como se dice “fridge”?”
She shoves me lightly. “It’s dairy. You have to put it in the fridge for it to stay good.”
“Yes, dear. Now I know for the future.” I slide my arm over her shoulders.
Sofia surprises me by leaning into me, taking a deep breath before yawning. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll heat it up.”
“Take ten.”
“It’s the best thing you’ve said since we met,” she murmurs, giggling when I pinch her side.
Corporate work shouldn’t have me this ready to sleep. Honestly, my exhaustion and Sofia being sweet seems like a trap. An easy way for her to get me knocked out, so she can run. But she adjusts on me, her head on my chest as she presses against my side, one hand resting on my opposite hip. Each movement sends a flare of desire running through me that I desperately try to ignore, but my hardening cock tells me it’s not working at all. I put my hand on my lap so she doesn’t accidentally brush against it. The last thing I want to do is alarm her or ruin this moment between us.