The Bodyguard

Chapter 17

*One hour later: "Where did you learn to make this? It tastes amazing!"

"When you've lived alone as much as I have, you learn how to cook good meals."

"I almost envy you. When I grew up, my parents had chefs preparing our meals or we would dine out at fancy restaurants. The food was great, but all I've ever learned was how to make basic things."

"It can't be that bad."

"It has its perks. I used to love my life, but now I see it's not the best for me."

"What changed your mind?"

"Honestly, coming here. There's something nice about falling asleep with a fire crackling in the other room and preparing our own meals instead of ordering from a menu. I think I'd like living this life."

"With me?"

"Yes. What's the worst thing that could happen? Us seeing each other naked accidentally from time to time? I can live with that."

His eyes pierced mine, showing we both clearly remember the incident. He pushes his chair back, picks up his plate and puts it in the dishwasher. "I forgot I was planning on fixing my motorcycle today."

"Now? But you said it wasn't broken?"

"It can be improved some more." I watched him in shock as he went to the door, opened it and slammed it behind him. I guess he doesn't understand the concept of jokes.

As I sit thinking about what just happened, a thought occurs to me. He used to live alone a lot. Could it be that he's just as sexually frustrated as I am? Maybe he got an erection and went away so I wouldn't notice. If that's the case, maybe he just needs a small push to cross the boundaries he laid out for us...

I remember my college days and my lap-dance skills. As the plan forms in my head, a smile breaks out across my face. This is going to be so much fun!

One hour later while he is showering, I find and change into my sexiest outfit. It's skin, silk and more skin. There's so little fabric that he'd be a fool to turn me down. The bathroom food opens to reveal him shirtless wearing only boxers. My mouth drops open at the strong, defined muscles of his abdomen and chest.

"Charlotte? I thought you were in the living room?" His eyes scan my body with a predatory gaze.

I feel my thighs clench in anticipation. "I wanted to get changed into my pajamas before bed."

"Your...pajamas?"

Teasing him, I trail my hand along my tightly fit clothing. His eyes follow my every move with clear lust and hunger. "The material is just so soft. I love the way it feels against my skin."

"It looks soft."

"How about you touch it so you can see what I mean?"

He takes a step backward, clearly not pleased with my statement.