Bodyguard: Ace Cain

|7| Is He Flirting?

|Is He Flirting?|

After a tumultuous night, Sunday morning arrived, and I felt more tired than usual. I suppose that being emotional takes its toll on your body. It was upsetting that my father was unwilling to spend even a couple of hours with me. It should not have been because he always does this. Missing one parent is difficult enough, but missing two was completely overwhelming. Especially when one of them was present but actively avoided me.

Thank goodness I had someone like Ace to fill the void. It was not quite the same as having my father around, but it was still company. He saw how upset I was and immediately tried to help. I was initially bothered by his presence. It was the next best thing that could happen. With Ace here, I will never be lonely, stuck in my thoughts. At the very least, it will relieve some of the burden of losing my mother. Even if only for a little while.

As grateful as I was, no one could have prepared me for what lay ahead. It was early in the morning, and the thought of coffee was naturally appealing to me. My mind was not focused on Ace being up or not when it should've been. When I got to the kitchen, my body froze. The sight in front of me was heavenly. The clothes were already begging to be taken off, but this was not what I expected.

Ace Cain standing in my kitchen without a shirt was a sight to behold. The way the sweat glistened and ran down his chest made me drool. It did not help that his muscles flexed slightly as he held a coffee cup in one hand and his phone in the other. His leaning against the counter was not particularly noteworthy, but he made it look good. We were supposed to be developing a friendship, but instead I was swooning. Tana was going to be so jealous.

My gaze is drawn to the coffee machine, and I immediately shift gears. He caught me staring, but if I played it off, he might not say anything. It was not my fault he looked so damn good. Why would my father do this to me? He had to know I would be looking at him all day. Did he forget that I am a female attracted to the male species? What the hell was he thinking?

Although he had caught me, I was not expecting what he would do next. The coffee started to brew, and Ace was soon behind me. Tensing up, he slowly slid his hands up to my hips, squeezing as softly as possible. He drew into me as I gripped the counter, terrified of what would happen if I got too close. I am not sure what he was doing, but it made my cheeks flush. Is he teasing me?

His hands remained in place as I felt his breath on my ear. I nearly fell over from how teasing he was. Is it his intention to embarrass me? Did he take pleasure in making me almost faint? I am not sure what was going on, but it is not in his job description.

"You like what you see?" He whispered so seductively.

As he said that, I could feel my knees cave. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm not ever admitting that to him.

The chuckle that escaped his lips made matters worse. "You sure? 'Cuz I can show you more." His hands began to slide up and caused my cheeks to flush more.

Finally, my coffee had finished brewing, and I was free to leave him. Instead, Ace was quick to notice that I was about to flee. It appeared he did not want me to. As if he wanted me to stay exactly where I was. Trapped beneath his bulging biceps and rock-hard abs. It felt wrong because he was not only my bodyguard, but also my teacher. We should not be doing this.

It did not matter because he quickly turned me to face him. He towered over me, and it felt intimidating. However, it was quite hot. Who else can say that their sexy teacher teased them in such a way? Not many because most teachers aren't 21 years old. Technically, what we were doing was fine, but if the school found out, who knows what would happen. Scratch that; if my father finds out about this Ace, he could lose his job.