Dangerous

Chapter Twelve

The whole next week I had this eery feeling everywhere I went. I couldn't get those predator like eyes out of my mind. Besides work Braxton wouldn't let me out of his sight. He insisted that he come with me wherever I went.

I felt like I had a chaperon. A really hot chaperon who I was also sleeping with.

As I pulled in my driveway after a long shift I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief when I saw his motorcycle sitting in my driveway. When I walked inside he was in the kitchen cooking and talking with Hendrix. Yes. A full blown conversation with my dog. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him.

"Hey baby." He kissed me. "How was your day?"

"Super busy." I sighed and snuggled into his chest. As soon as Hendrix realized I was home he had come up to me and started bumping into my legs. Begging for attention.

I squatted down and gave him some love before heading to my room to change into a t shirt and shorts. I tossed my long blonde hair up into a messy bun and took my contacts out. I slid my glasses on as I walked back to the kitchen.

"You look like a secretary." He gave me a devilish smile. "And it's sexy as hell."

"Mr. Marks your 12 o'clock appointment is here." I lowered my glasses and gave him a sultry look over the top of my frames. He moved to walk over to me. I pushed my glasses back up and giggled. "First. Food." I rubbed my stomach. "I'm famished and if we go to bed now, I won't get to eat."

"Fineeee." He pouted. I kissed his bottom lip which was sticking out and walked over to the fridge where I grabbed a bottle of water.

"What's for dinner?" I sat down at the bar while he poured the contents of the pot into a bowl.

"Soup." He  carried two bowls over and sat down next to me. My stomach grumbles as I inhaled the scent of chicken and herbs.

"That was so good." I leaned back and licked my lips. He was a phenomenal cook. He cleared our bowls and then walked over to my bar stool. He spun it around so that he was standing between my legs. He had a huge bouquet of red, white, and pink roses.

"These past few days, spending every possible second of my day with you, has been perfect. I've been so unsure about us, but I can't stand to not have you. I need you. I need us." He paused. "Ainsley. Will you be my old lady?"

"It's about damn time." I stood up and jumped on him so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He sat my flowers on the counter and then walked towards my bedroom.

"I can't get enough of you." He gulped as my lips made their way down his neck.

"Ditto baby." I pulled my shirt over my head before he laid me on my mattress. We stripped out of our clothes and then he slowly made love to me. He'd been gentle before, but nothing like this.

I couldn't help but to feel tingly as I thought about the fact that I was officially his and he was mine. I knew it really didn't change anything since we had been exclusive before. But now he was my man. All mine.

The next few days were a blur with work and club business. They hadn't heard anything from the Chiefs since the picnic and it was worrying the boys. I was driving home from work when Braxton called me.

"Hey." I answered through my car speaker.

"Hey baby girl."

"What's up?"

"We have a meeting so I won't be there when you get home. I'll be over as soon as it's done. I just didn't want you to worry."

"Oh okay. I'll make dinner." I smiled. He sounded so domestic.