Saving Grace *Body Guard series*

Saving Grace: Chapter 1 Tease & Play pt 1

It has been a couple days since my father told me I'm going to have a bodyguard. He announced he is leaving for a couple weeks to address some business and that Terrell will be staying in the house with me in his absence. He made me promise I will be on my best behavior and will not cause any problems for Terrell.
I internally gagged, but smiled sweetly at him and agreed. Guess what? I lied. Time to make my plan come to action.

Terrell arrives and without interaction finds a corner where he stands as a fixture, almost as part of the furniture. Outside it is gloomy and raining so I am pretty much lounging around the house, watching a couple movies. I am gazing at the clock as time drags by. Finally it is the day's end and I can barely contain my anticipation. The staff says their goodbyes to me and exits leaving Terrell and I alone in the house. The setting is perfect.

I excuse myself to my bathroom to shower. That is when I get a brilliant idea. Let's test Terrell's ability to stay "professional" while I'm naked. A true bodyguard will not be bothered, right?

"Help!" I scream, trying to sound convincing.
*Silence*
"Help!" Terrell opens the door to my bathroom. He stands at attention staying just under the threshold. Intently, I stare into his eyes, watching to see some reaction. "Hey Daddy" I say whilst grinning playfully. I consider he is still wearing that stupid mask; I swear he sleeps in it. "Oops. I mean, 'Bodyguard'". He pinches the bridge of his nose through the mask but otherwise remains very still. "You think you could pass me that towel?" He walks forward. His eyes remaining focused on mine, Terrell grabs the towel from the rack, and hands it to me. I stand unashamed revealing my supple curves proudly.
His varied color eyes never falter. I smirk and consider that Father must have really put the fear of God into him.
There is no way someone my age can manifest this much self control. I wonder how old he is?
"Why don't you just look down?" I watch as hesitation shows in his eyes.  Seductively, in a velvety and soft tone, I comment "If you look down, I'll put the towel on."
I observe as his eyes slowly graze down my still wet body and back up to greet my eyes once more. The muscles around his eyes twitch with a pained expression which causes me to let out a slight giggle.
"Just take the mask off for me." He glances from the door to me, then walks out of the bathroom silently closing the door behind him.
I smile triumphantly as I get out from the tub and dry off. I realize the more restraint he showed, the more I wanted to see him crumble.
I will not stop until I have him in a position where I can bargain for my freedom. I don't mind playing dirty. After all, getting rid of this unwanted babysitter is my real goal.

I suspect for the rest of the night, he will feel too awkward to check on me. This gives me the needed motivation to attend the party my friends invited me. I slip into my bright cherry red dress, black pumps, dawn some dark red lipstick. I stuff my bed with pillows and turn the lights off. I quietly slip out my window and climb down the gnarled old oak tree to the ground. I stealthily run away from my prison to my friend's car .
He will never know I am missing...

Once we get to the house party, it doesn't take long to lose Brittney, Chloe, and Cassandra.
Oh well. I start drinking every concoction I am brought. Soon after, I feel hot and the room is starting to buzz around me. Other partygoers move in slow motion despite the music blasting fast.
I can hear my name in the distance as Brittney runs over to me. She and Cassandra carry me out to the car. They put my seatbelt on and drive me to a restaurant to help sober me up.
After eating I start to come back around. I feel sick and bloated and this dress is digging into my sides and stomach. My feet hurt from these heels. I just want to go home.
Once they are sure I am sobered up they take me back to my house. They leave me outside to figure out the rest myself.
Now how am I supposed to climb the tree in heels!? Answer: I'm not. I take my heels off and put them in my purse, grab the tree branch and pull myself up to the roof, to my window. I climb in as quietly as I am able. I fumble with my dress but cannot concentrate long enough to get it off...