Page 37 of The Sniper
The only dangerous thing in the house that day was my hormones and the scorching heat that had me losing my damn mind whenever he was near.
Or even down the hall.
Or in my dreams.
God, I hadn’t been able to think straight since meeting Jayden Rogers, Air Force pilot and all-round sexy menace.
“Trust me, you do not need to see what’s in this box.Jayden, I need you to walk away.”I hold up a palm as my cheeks blush deeply.
That’s when I realize he’s fucking with me.He knows exactly what’s in the box.The way his eyes drop to it, then back up to mine, full of sizzle, tells me everything.
God, does he feel this thing between us, or am I alone in my fantasies?
Three days later, I’m used to having Jayden in my home and have relaxed somewhat, our attraction notwithstanding.So, when he shows up in the morning, I’m outside doing Pilates by the swimming pool when he arrives.
“You do this every day?”he asks, lowering himself onto one of the sun loungers.
“Yes, normally before you arrive, but I slept in today,” I admit.
“Why?”He stiffens as I lift my legs and do a scissor move.“Did something happen?I haven’t been informed.”
What happened was I tried to go to sleep and ignore the ache between my legs.Making myself come while thinking about my bodyguard didn’t seem like a healthy thing.
By half past midnight I was twisting and turning, half dreaming of him.I tossed back the covers and walked around the house.
Then tried again.
By two am I ripped the new vibrator out of my drawer and gave in.
“No, just had a coffee too late in the day.”
Jayden nods, undoes his black blazer and takes it off, rolling up his shirt sleeves.
Christ in a handbasket, does he need to do that?
I flip over and start stretching my back.It’s probably a very unattractive sight, but at least I can’t see him.
When I glance up, his eyes are on my ass.
I smile to myself and duck my head.
A minute later, I hear clanging.
“What are you doing?”I sit up and find him leaning over my now upturned sun lounger.
“Tightening the screws.It was wobbly.”
I stand and walk over, peering down over his shoulder.“Was it?”
“You should get changed,” he grumbles.
Later that day, the Californian heat is off the charts.While my air conditioning is doing a good job, we are both feeling the heat.
Not that he’d admit it, but his tie is undone, the top button popped, and his hair is messier than usual.
God, he’s insanely handsome.
“I need a swim,” I say, wiping my forehead as I walk into the kitchen wearing a bikini and holding a bunch of beach towels.“Why don’t you join me?”
