The Bodyguard

Chapter 04

Torren.

AURA FUCKING PETROVA. I can't get rid of her. She's fucking everywhere. In my house. In my head. Everywhere. And it's like she's fucking doing it on purpose.

I couldn't even stop thinking about her when I was with Valentina. I sent her away just as she was about to touch me. I thought going there, to her was going to distract me. But fuck, all I thought of was Aura's head bobbing up and down my cock as I fucked her mouth.

I'm in trouble. And I can't seem to get myself out of it.

But I won't allow myself to touch her. No. I can't. I do not mix my business with pleasure. And Aura Petrova is strictly business.

I can't deny that I feel the tiniest bit of attraction towards her. When I got back from the club, she was curled up into a tiny ball on my couch. And fuck, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

What is this?

I don't even know why I didn't call her out when she used my stuff. I had to use every ounce of willpower in me not to rip the bloody towel away from her body. It took everything in me to walk away.

I have better things to do anyway.

I shouldn't even be thinking about her. I have a meeting with Dante Lutti and after that I have to go to the club to get some business done. And the fact that Aura is coming with me isn't giving me any peace. Maybe assigning her as my personal bodyguard wasn't the best idea. This was all fucking Giano's idea.

Idiot.

Aura jogs down the stairs in black slacks and a black lace top, her leather jacket slung over her shoulder. I look down at my laptop, ignoring the way my cocks throbs at the sight of her.

Good God I need help. And having her around me all the time most definitely isn't helping.

She walks up behind me, then outstretches her hand to grabs a handfull of grabs from behind me, pressing into me as she does so. Her scent goes straight to my cock. Sweet raspberry and sensual milkwood. Fuck, I have to grip the table to stop myself from doing shit. It's like she wants to get a reaction out of me.

I'd never met anyone who was so willing to defy me. It's as if she enjoys getting under my skin. I can't make her do anything. I don't even have anything solid to hold against her. And she fucking knows it.

"All done?" I force out, still holding on to the table. What is she doing to me?

I don't wait for a reply, instead, I close my laptop and head to the elevator. "Let's go," I say. I hear her scoff behind me. 

"I'm eating," she says.

My fists ball on instinct. I shove them into my pockets, turning around. "You said you weren't hungry," I say.

"I lied." She replies nonchalantly, the tiniest smirk playing on her lips.

Irritation flares inside me. This is what I was talking about. She likes getting under my skin. It's like she gets paid to do it. And she does it too fucking well. She smirks at this, she knows she's angering me. And she fucking enjoys it.

Two can play it that game.

I walk towards her, and her smirk wavers, her eyes widening slightly. I stop in front of her, clenching my jaw. She tilts her head, staring up at me with those eyes. I don't know why I do it, but I lift her up and hoist her onto my shoulder.

"Hey, what the...what are you doing?" she complains, kicking her feet. "Put me down. Torren, I swear to God, put me down." I ignore her protests, walking back to the elevator. She throws punches at my back, and surprisingly, they hurt more than they should.