Arm
Kwan was fucking tired. There was no other way to describe it. She had taken off her sweat-drenched jack and sweatpants when Arm showed up. The locker rooms for the bodyguards didn’t have any privacy, since it was all men anyway. Until Kwan showed up of course. Not a single soul ever expected a female bodyguard in the Theerapanyakul family. It was very much a boy’s club. But you were Chan’s only surviving kid, you belonged to the family as much as he did.
Kwan wasn’t assigned to any specific member yet, but she was being put through military-style training right now. It had started with Chan nearly breaking her damn door at 5 am. She had hoped for a peaceful evening in her bed but nope. Arm was furiously typing away at his Ipad. Chan had introduced her to most of the live-in bodyguards and told her what they did. Arm was the nerd. Chan didn’t use that word but she understood what he meant.
“You still have training left.” He looked at his watch. “This one last test and we are done. I have to record it.”
She wanted to scream but she just straightened up. “If I have one more test, I will kill someone.”
Arm looked up at her and he gulped. It took a second, but she realized she was just in a sports bra and very short shorts that did little to hide her ass. Arm looked away, but his ears were slowly turning red. “It’s the last one.” His voice shook a bit. “P’Chan needs the info.”
Kwan studied Arm. He was by no means unattractive. In fact, he was one of the most attractive men she had seen as she had been introduced to the bodyguards. She caught him smiling here and there as he followed around Khun Tankhun and that other dorky-looking bodyguard. He was clearly flustered by her current state and she was feeling playful. “Let’s go then.” She walked beside him and looked at him.
“Are you going to get dressed?” He asked, looking up at the ceiling.
She made a show of looking confused. “I am dressed though?”
“Shouldn’t you-” He coughed. “Shouldn’t you take a jacket?”
“I’m already sweating like crazy, I might as well finish up like this.” She grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the gym. “Come on, I’m tired. I just want this shit done.”
She stood at the starting marker and stretched, groaning at her already sore muscles. Arm stood in front of her and she sneaked a look up at him. He was fidgeting with his collar, and his pants looked a bit tighter. She had to swallow her laughter. He must have had a good view of her cleavage. He wasn’t trying to stare, he kept looking away. But he ended up staring anyway.
She cleared her throat and his eyes snap shut. Oh, this was going to be fun. She stood on the starting marker and looked at him for confirmation. Ignoring how red he had turned, he just raised his stopwatch. “On 3. 1, 2, 3!”
She bolted, the dull ache in her legs turning into a burning pain. She knew she wasn’t running as fast as she possibly could but she decided to fuck it. What was Arm going to do? Shoot her? The gym wasn’t so big and she had reached the starting marker again. He was staring at the stopwatch disappointedly. “You were slow by 2.3 seconds.”
He made it sound like a crime. “2.3? Okay and?”
“Even a single second can mean the difference between life and death. If you were late by 2 seconds multiple bullets could have hit you already. An airplane travels at-” She stopped listening as he started on a lecture about airplanes that involved fancy-sounding numbers. He looked so cute with the glasses, so unintimidating. The suit he wore hid how big his biceps were but she couldn’t stop staring at it.
He was on about automatic assault rifles and whatnot but she was tired of his lecture. Staring at his mouth, it was so pretty. He had such pretty lips. The thought was clear in her head but surely she couldn’t do it. He was her superior and she was definitely not allowed to do this. But it was so tempting. He was so into his rant and he would never guess what she was going to do.
She was quick, she pushed Arm against the wall and grabbed his chin. He looked up at her wide-eyed and he stuttered. The Ipad in his hand fell to the ground. He held her wrist in a tight
grip and she felt his strength. He could easily fight back if he wanted to. She held his jaw open and pushed her fingers into his mouth.
