Wings of Momentum

Tempting

Cash's comment laid claim to my thoughts in that moment. 'It's your death, not mine.' It's my job, so why would he even attempt that pathetic dig at me. Not that I enjoyed dying. It hurt, very much. No matter what way I die, I reanimate with a new soul, a few changes to my appearance and the pain is gone. I can breathe again.

When Cash finally came out of the bathroom, the water dripping from his wet hair riding down his chest like a ski slope put visuals in my head. I gathered enough with first glance to know his body was as dangerous as his words, but in a different way.

I attempted casual, looking away from him, I pretended to admire the ceiling fan. Even though I was purposely avoiding his gaze, I could feel him staring at me.

"I need to go out and get some supplies. There's a corner market a block down Main Street that should still be open at this hour. Do you need anything while I am out?" I got no response.

I looked over my shoulder to realize he was no longer standing where I had last noticed him and the bedroom door was open. I started arguing with myself if going out this late was reasonable, but Cash emerged with what looked like a white dress shirt and some red flannel bottoms.

"Here, use these, shower should have plenty of hot water, shampoo is in the black bottle, wipe bathroom down when you're done." He tossed the cloths on the end table by the couch, bumping the lamp.

Walking over to grab the cloths and take a much-needed shower, I realized he was wearing a plain very worn thin white t-shirt that just enhanced his firm chest. The flannel pants he had on sported tiny little Corgis on them. I stifled a laugh but enough emerged I got a look of death from him when he realized what I was so amused with.

"When you're done showering, we will talk some more. I don't like the idea of going someplace 'safe' when I feel safe enough here." He was going to be resistant if I go by what he just said. I'd find a way around it.

I grabbed the shirt and flannel pants noticing the softness of the shirt when I had assumed it'd be stiff, and headed to the bathroom. He grabbed the cloths hanging from my hand and yanked me hard enough my face was almost buried in his firm his chest.

"Ever question my abilities to perform, or anything otherwise, and I won't have any issue showing you. No matter how much you end up begging me to stop."

Feeling the heat radiating from his chest on my neck as I looked up into those wild golden eyes, the heat started traveling to my belly and lower. I felt my resolve slipping as I wanted to taste the dominance of his kiss he showed earlier. I couldn't, I had rules, but this Wolf knew how to bend them. His arm came around me and woke me up. I pushed of his rock-hard chest with my free hand and he let out a low moan.

"I think I could enjoy it more with how much you seem to resist." His words were threatening but tempting.

I pushed harder using aura this time and the moment he felt it he let me go. Being restrained is not something I can handle and he knows it.

"Keep your little threats and cockiness to yourself, as well as your hands. This is work for me, not a date."

I put as much warning as I could into telling him that, but it only garnered a laugh. I tuned it out and went to the bathroom for a very cold shower.

I was appreciative for the clean bathroom and the hot water that came out to warm me after a quick cold blast. I stood under it thinking on what could be going through Cash's mind. Not every person or Other is keen to having someone like me invade their personal space or even make claim I was there to keep them safe and alive. He was definitely one of them.

The whole situation could be solved if he'd just consider it, enough to get the hit off his back. I knew this has got to stop being a pissing contest between us because I am sure whoever was hired for the hit knows where he is at, and will start keeping track of his daily movements. I wasn't sure how long he thinks he can stay here. I decided, as I rinsed the earthy smell of his shampoo out of my long curly orange tendrils, that finding a new place to stay was first on our list to finish discussing.

I wrapped my hair with the towel and slipped into the huge collared long sleeve white work shirt he gave me. It was brushed soft against my skin so it felt nice. Luckily my bra wasn't damaged in the pizza tragedy, purple is one of my favorite colors but at this moment I'd wished it was white. The next dilemma was underwear. Not that mine were extremely dirty, but seriously, what do people do in these situations. I should have gone out and purchased some. I decided going for broke was my only option and pulled on the flannel pants while stuffing my worn underwear in the pocket of my ripped hoodie. Hitting my knuckles on phone I realized I hadn't looked at it since earlier. I had no calls and only one message.

"Having fun little bird? Make sure you eat. Call me if any issues arise, I will do my best to be a hero, with payment of course." It was from Michael. I shook my head at his response. Figures he'd want payment. Fortunately, it wouldn't be the type of payment his looking for even if I did need help. I texted him back a polite no thanks, and shut the phone off. I only had a little bit of battery life left so no reason to waste it.

I shoved the phone back in with the underwear until I could check if Cash had a charger for it. I didn't really feel uncomfortable being without underwear but wasn't sure I liked the nakedness down there either. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door ready to face the Wolf and lay the ground work for keeping his butt in live status. I walked out with my adrenaline waiting as back up and what I saw melted my momentum.

Curled up on short sofa opposite of the larger one was this massive big man lying on his side in Corgi pajama bottoms. Cash must have been in such a deep sleep he didn't hear me giggle. I found it amusing that he was snoring so loud and with every breath in and out his hair was waving. I tried tiptoeing closer, and bent down close enough to see how thick his lashes were. His hair looked soft and fell slightly over his face. I noticed he had cleaned up the entire massacre of pizza and chicken, and disposed of the coffee table.

The bigger sofa was covered with a sheet and a pillow atop some blankets laid neatly on one side. Walking over I sat down setting my dirty cloths next to my feet on the floor and just staired at him. Sad really, if something happened to him, the world would miss out. With his skin complexion and hair color, I am sure he'd make some really gorgeous puppies. Amusing at the thought I realized it's a good thing I wasn't ever going to go beyond the lines of just being a bodyguard. I couldn't imagine how it would ever biologically work between a wolf and a human. I was sure it existed but it didn't matter. The man lying there for the moment, however, was just man.

I got up and grabbed one of the blankets that were laid out for me and walked over to him, cautiously. If I learned anything about dealing with Others, it was some do not sleep soundly. I unfolded the blanket and debated gently placing it on him or tossing it on him. The heartstrings won and I attempted cover him gently. I managed the best I could, he was at least half covered. At one point I reached over him for a last-ditch effort and he turned close enough to get face to face with me. I took a moment to scan his face, with a few smile lines, and fluffy lashes, he didn't look so big and scary. His eyes behind those closed lids what attracted me the most though. I silently shook my head and backed away. As I turned to head back to the couch, I felt a yank on the shirt I was wearing. I stopped. Did he see me staring at his face earlier? The rush of embarrassment made itself present briefly before I heard what he mumbled.

"If you're done enjoying staring at my face, remember I AM a wolf. I do nibble and bite, but you aren't big enough to even snack on. Stay out of the bedroom, use the couch for sleep. We will talk in the morning." I stood there with no reaction to his words, at first, but then the embarrassment, and the hurt kicking at my pride made me react.