My Guardian Angel

Chapter 7

Benedict had led Cassie to the complete opposite side of the resort where his room was. From just looking at the doors, she could tell these rooms were fancier than her's!

He stopped in front of one of them and opened the door with his key. He pushed it open and allowed her to go in first. He turned on the lights to reveal a massive room! There was a king size bed, a larger than average mini fridge, a dining table, kitchen with a sink, microwave, and dishwasher!

The view of the ocean is what got her attention, though. She found herself walking onto the large balcony to gaze at it as it glimmered in the moonlight.

"You seem to have an appreciation for views," he said behind her. She turned to see him standing there, his white button up with the first few buttons undone and two drinks in his hands. He gave her a charming smirk and handed her the drink.

Every womanly instinct in her screamed to not drink it. Benedict must have noticed because she only stared into the drink. "Here," he said, taking it from her. He knocked it back, then did the same with his own. He had a bit of a sour look on his face as he told her, "Not laced."

He went back inside to make them another as she followed. "This room is beautiful," she commented as she sat on the couch.

He smiled at her and said, "Thank you, darling. It was the only one they had left on such short notice. I do enjoy sitting on the balcony with a good book."

She snorted as she said, "You really aren't one for socializing, are you? Even on vacations?" He gave her a glass and she sipped on the bronze liquid idly. Scotch wasn't her favorite, but she could tolerate it.

"Even on vacations," he confirmed. "I don't know, I've kind of always been this way. I'm confident in myself, some say almost too confident, but...I don't know." He shrugged.

"I was always a socially awkward nerd, but then I came to school and met the best people I could ask for," she told him. "They really took me from my bubble."

He smirked at her as he said, "Well, maybe you'll do the same for me. And it's went, by the way. You went to school. Came insinuates you still attend."

Cassie's cheeks flared up, but she quickly composed herself. She played it off jokingly as she asked, "You have no idea why you're socially awkward? Really?" She gave him a playful smirk.

He let out a low rumble from his chest as his eyes moved from her's, down to her feet and back up. It's the first time he's fully checked her out, or at least the first time she's noticed. "You're a bit of a brat, aren't you?" He asked, returning the teasing smirk.

"Can be," she told him. "Why? Do you like that?" She started to slowly spread her legs wider and wider for him. He kept his eyes on her, but couldn't help his gazing moving down between her legs.

"You know," he breathed out, "I think I might. Christ, you're already wet." He couldn't stop staring at the damp spot on her panties. It was making him impossibly hard. "Would you let me taste it?"

He looked at her hungrily now; his tumbler nearly empty and being squeezed in a death grip as he stared.

"I don't see a problem with that," she told him. Very slowly, she hooked her thumbs into her panties, but before she could pull them down, Benedict dropped his tumbler to the floor and replaced her's with his own.

It was almost too slow, the way he dragged her panties down over her legs until they were finally off. He moved one leg until it was hanging off the back of the couch, then placed a plush pillow under her butt so she was angled more up towards him.