Chapter 15: Bossy Bodyguard: Part 2 – Chapter 15

“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly.

I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.

She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.”

My lips twitched. “Of course.”

Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her.

My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.

The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, directly addressing her.

“Actually…” She halted when we entered a room smaller than hers with white and grey sheets and none of her girly shit like makeup, dresses or the sweet vanilla scent that lingered in her room. The room was musty, most likely because it hasn’t been used a lot. She must have slept here after what had happened. The sheets were mussed up and there was no bedspread; most likely that was the blanket draped over her body. Was she afraid of going back to her room alone?

Her cheeks were dusted with pink when I closed the door behind me, keeping it unlocked. I didn’t want to make her feel unsafe or crowded because I was tall and broad in front of her tiny frame. She could be still under the shock. I stood at a safe distance and raised my brow, waiting for her continue.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower and change?” Her voice was small and she couldn’t meet my eyes as she spoke. Huh. I tilted my head, watching her body language, but unfortunately, she was covered in a blanket, and I could only see her face and bare feet, her cute toes painted in pink. Adorable.

Her pretty feet wrapped around my waist when I slammed inside her—I forced myself to look away, hoping she wouldn’t notice my red ears.

“I-I mean, I can do it later if you’re in a hurry and have to be somewhere else, and we can talk—”

“Emma,” I said her name, clenching my hand in a fist because I hated myself for liking—no, loving the way it voiced out. Her name was soft and angelic. Like her. “I don’t mind.”

If it was possible, her cheeks tinted more and she nodded, turning around and letting go of the blanket. My fist unfurled and lips fell apart. My eyes trailed from her soft golden locks to the barely-there robe that covered her curves. My cock twitched and fuck fuck fuck, this is not the time—

I turned away from her, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my fist. This is terrible. All the blood had run south and it was so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t be twitching in my pants just at the sight of my possible client in her perfectly normal robe. I shouldn’t. I especially shouldn’t reminisce about the night before, when I was on the job her brother hired me for.

But fuck, I was getting hard.

I pressed my teeth harder on my fist and exhaled sharply.

Order me to take a bullet and I could do it, but standing guard when Emma has to shower? Not a chance. I couldn’t do it.

“I’ll wait outside,” I bit out, wincing at myself, because my voice was all rough and deep. I was about to open the door when I felt a pull on my suit.

I stopped.

“P-please don’t leave.”

I stiffened and turned around to see her face. Her fingers were clutching my suit, not pulling on it, just holding it, stopping me from leaving the room. Her face was hidden by her hair, but her voice was trembling. She was afraid of being left alone.

Terrified.

“I… I’ll be quick. I promise,” Emma whispered, and I heard her swallow a lump in her throat. “Please, Mister Cillian.”

My throat went dry. I didn’t mean to… I really didn’t. But I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t stop the urge to protect her. Bury her in my arms and keep her safe. With me. Forever.

I cupped her cheek and looked at her blue doe eyes which were glistening with tears. “I won’t leave you. I’ll stay, Emma.”

Her lush lips parted as she blinked up at me. Fuck. I hadn’t noticed how close we were. How soft her skin felt underneath my calloused hands, how beautiful she looked. She smelt so fucking good and her sweet vanilla scent was everywhere.

“Okay. Thank you, Mister Cillian,” she said, my self-control threatening to break.

“Cillian,” I said, my voice rougher than before. You called me Cillian—no, screamed my name all night. You can call me Cillian on the job. “Call me Cillian.”

She licked her lips, my eyes flickering to them. “Okay, Mi—Cillian.”

I pulled away before I could do something extremely terrible. Like lean down and kiss her. Pin her hands over her head, ravish her pouty lips and feel her curves with my hands and mouth, checking if she was wearing anything underneath the thin robe and then punishing her if she wasn’t.

You’re going too far, Cillian.

I clenched my fists watching her walk into the en-suite washroom, keeping the door ajar. My eyes burned and skin felt hot hearing the whisper of the cloth pooling around her ankles. Her cute pink-colored toes. Then the shower started.

Fuck.

Coming here was a terrible mistake.

What the fuck did I agree to?

Emma

My skin shivered as warm water cascaded over it. I wasn’t trembling just because of the water. The other reason was the burly man waiting for me in the room.

Cillian.

I let out another shuddering sigh and cupped my burning cheeks, remembering how he had touched me, his calloused hand gentle as if he was holding fragile China.

I was still sore from the night before and already my body wanted another round.

“You’re overthinking, Emma,” I said to myself, quickly washing off the body wash. I was glad that he was in the room. Despite his large frame, he made me feel protected. I felt safe in his presence.

And I know he agreed to stay because I was about to burst in tears. Even though I pretended that the thing with my underwear and unknown messages didn’t affect me, I couldn’t stop shaking with fear and uneasiness when I had to shower alone without anyone looking out for me. I was too much of a coward to ask Mrs. Karen and too proud to ask Damon. He’d probably just scoff and roll his eyes at me, tell me that I was wasting his precious time.

But Cillian hadn’t said anything. He just promised me that he’d stay in the room.

I wrapped myself in a towel and looked for some clothes in the bathroom closet. But, of course, I was stupid and forgetful. That guest room didn’t have any clean clothes.

Covering my face with my hand, I kept mumbling ‘Oh, God’ until the panic set in and I couldn’t stop myself from unlocking the door.

Before Cillian could look away or get horrified, I blurted, “I forgot my clothes.”

I had never moved faster towards a door but a strong arm wrapped around my elbow before I could turn the cold knob.