Her Bodyguard

Chapter Forty

Izar got out of bed. She checked the time, it was pretty late, so everyone would be in bed already. She was filled with too much energy and she knew the only way to expel it was to go in search of the person who she couldn't stop thinking of.

She got out of her clothes and found her way to the bathroom. A quick hot shower and she was ready. She found a beautiful silk nightgown that stopped at her thighs and the robe it came with. She brushed her hair, even though it was still wet. Izar stared at her reflection, she was about to do the wildest thing she'd ever done, seduce her bodyguard.

She got out of her room and walked down the hall. She wondered how long she'd been asleep for. Did Calida leave already? Was she too late? She stopped at the door she knew Calida had slept in the first night they met.

Izar swallowed hard, placed her hand on the handle and opened the door. It was dim, not too dark, but not too bright either. Calida's things were kept in one corner and her suit was on the single loveseat in the room. Izar shuddered visibly, there was no sign of her bodyguard, but she knew Calida hadn't left yet.

The sound of the shower coming on made her turn right, towards the bathroom. Izar locked the door and slipped the key under the tray on the coffee table in the room before walking towards the bathroom. The door was a little open, she pushed it quietly and slipped inside.

She could see Calida's muscular build. Calida was six feet tall, or more, she towered over Izar easily. Her skin was a warm mocha with olive undertones and her coiled curls now fell back against her head. Izar thought of Calida's sharp jawline and her piercing hazel eyes, flecked with gold every time Calida threw a piercing gaze her way. Not to mention the thick lashes and arched brow that gave Calida a natural air of authority.

Calida was muscular, yet lithe. Broad shoulders gave way to a perfectly chiseled back. Her muscles sloped downward from her neck to her shoulder. The rest of her back tapered down into a narrow, but firm waist. And every time she moved, Izar could see her muscles move under her smooth skin.

Izar licked her dry lips as she shrugged off her robe. She pulled down the straps of her dress and walked slowly towards Calida. She was breathless, in need, and hoping that Calida would not turn her away. She drew close, letting the water fall on her.

Calida paused, bringing her hands down. The unmistakable smell, the fragrance of Izar's perfume overwhelmed her. She'd been thinking of whether to say Goodbye or not, and now it had shifted completely to Izar. It couldn't be, could it? She stayed still, listening closely. When she turned around, Izar was standing before her and Calida knew it wasn't an illusion. It couldn't be an illusion.

"Izar..." She whispered. "You should be in bed."

Izar chuckled dryly. "I can't."

"You can't what?" Calida asked.

"I can't sleep...I can't stop thinking about you."

Calida wanted to pretend that this wasn't happening, that Izar wasn't standing in front of her, unclad. She brushed the water off her face and tried not to think about the woman standing in front of her.

Izar broke their gaze and feasted on Calida's body. She had strong, long and powerful arms that revealed her biceps and triceps without too much bulk. Izar shuddered visibly, recalling the times Calida had picked her up like she was light as a feather. Now she could see the toned chest and perfectly sculpted abs that gave way to an Adonis belt. She had seen it before, but this time, it caused moisture to form between her legs. She licked her lips.

"I need you. I need you to..." She stuttered, but grabbed Calida's arm and pulled her bodyguard against her body. She placed Calida's palm over her left breast and squeezed.