Secret service

Getting to know her

Shawn's pov

These last few days has not been easy with me and BK. She comes in here everyday with something short or tight, I think she's trying to temp me. But she usually wore those clothes when she was protecting me, didn't she? maybe I'm exaggerating. I don't even know her job here. She doesn't bring me coffee, she doesn't take calls, I can't tell her what to do, she wouldn't listen to me anyway. But somehow the work is always done. She is the boss she said and I should remember that. All she does is check her computer every few minutes to keep updated with headquarters with any movement from James. So far none though, he must be laying really low before he tries to kill me again. Ugh. But I will be prepared, my training starts tomorrow with none other than my protector. I hope she takes it easy on me.
I'm here, acting like I'm doing paper work but all I can think of is "her". Those beautiful brown eyes, pink plum lips, honey blonde brown hair and don't get me started on that ass-et. But she rejected me. Sigh. Maybe I should try again at a slower pace, so I can try and get to know her, if she will let me that is. She's not leaving for a while anyway so it's worth a shot.
I stood from my desk while straightening my tie. I looked out my window to see her staring with so much concentration at her computer again and writing somethings down. See. Maybe I shouldn't bother her, she can still kill me in 2 seconds without anybody knowing what happened. But I'm taking my chances, here I go.

Bk's pov

That little stunt Shawn pulled a couple days ago hasn't gone unnoticed. Trying to tell me to get coffee like i don't run this shit. So I had to remind him who's in charge. I don't get coffee for him or any little extra treat, that's not in my job description but I do get his work done. It's just that I'm not the one that does them. Every one of his calls or business related work goes to my assistant at headquarters. She makes sure his work is in order, besides its still his real job. She does it to make sure I can focus on my real job, keeping Shawn safe and keep track of James. So far there hasn't been any movements from him, therefore I have to pay special attention to that, it could be a decoy, because I'm sure he knows or suspects we are watching him by now. Shawn keeps giving me these little looks though, he doesn't even know I notice. He will look at me each time I walk in here, then all of a sudden he looks like he's struggling to breathe. Then he bites his lips. Those big juicy looking lips. What? Why am I thinking about him. It seems like a regular thing for me now. He stares at me and I end up spending the day thinking about him. But he doesn't have to know all that. Right now he's looking at me again, I can feel his eyes. I should mess with...
My tracker on my computer flashed then it stopped. What the hell. A location popped up in my screen so I wrote in down. I'm looking at the screen trying to figure out the exact location that the tracker flashed.
New Mexico? Why?
"Hey BK," Shawn said trying to be smooth but i know him too well. He is nervous from his head to his head to his toes. Why though? Let's play with him for a while.
"What Shawn," I said irritated not taking my eyes off the computer screen. His nervousness just spiked.
"Uhh-uhm i was wondering ..if ...you would like to come to lunch with me?"  He said nervously. What? I'm actually shocked. He has never been so direct with me.
"Ok," I simply said. He was equally as shocked as I was. His eyes looked like they were about to fall out his head.
"Huh?"
"What? you never thought I would say yes, so you didn't think of anything after that?" I asked him. He shook his head and I had to laugh.
"What time?" I asked. "Now" he said holding out his hands to me. I thought about it for a while. Why not. I got up, closed my computer, grabbed my purse and took his hand. "Lead the way," I told him.
Shawn took me to a little pizza place, I think it's called "in the wall" or something. The guy at the front seemed to know him so we got a table really fast. For a small place like this it was really packed, the food must be really good here. Shawn rejected the menu's and ordered for us.
"Hey! Why did u do that, I can order for myself you know," I semi yelled at him. He smiled at me. Cocky? He leaned over to my ears and whispered "you will like what I ordered, trust me." He must be really comfortable in this place since he wants to try me now. Public place. He knew I wouldn't do anything. Wait who is this man? One minute he's acting like a submissive then he wants to act all macho giving orders and shit. It must be this place. I couldn't even lie though, I'm intrigued with this new persona.
"I better like it, or else imma shove it so fa.."
"Woah, woah, ok I get it," he said interrupting me.
" so let's talk," he said.
"Then talk," I replied.
"Better yet, let's play twenty questions"
"Nope," I quickly object, there's no way I'm telling him anything. Smart move though.
"It won't be anything personal, if it is we will stop, deal?" He proposed. I shook my head indicating for him to start.
"'Ok, favorite color?" I raised my eyebrows at him, I thought he was gonna push it but I guess not. Sounds simple enough to me.
"Black and blue" I said. "Me too, but not the black part," he said getting all excited. I smirked at him, he looks like a little kid who just got some candy that  he didn't think he would ever get. It was cute.
"Ok, uhm- favorite sport"  really? I had to think about that because I hate sports, I could play a few but watching them? Not my thing.
"Basketball," I replied nonchalantly.
"Me too," he said getting all excited agin. This is gonna be a long day.
Our pizza came and I dug in immediately. It was perfect, he wasn't lying when he said I would like it. We stayed and talked for what seemed like hours. In total he asked me 19 questions. He would ask me  the questions and then we would discuss them a little more, without me giving anything away. I looked outside and it looked dark. I quickly checked my watch. It was 6:30. "Shawn we missed work!" I semi yelled jumping up to leave. "I know, I told Wayne we were working on the case from my house, I shot him a quick while we were talking."
"Why didn't you tell me? I had other things to do you know," I glared at him.
He looked down and whispered, "I just wanted to spend some more time with you, to get to know you better, we were having so much fun and I didn't want to leave," he said almost apologetically. Well, I guess this is both our faults because I was having a good time, I lost track of time too.
"Let's just go home," I said not looking at him. He didn't argue. He lead me out the restaurant to our cars and we got in. I pulled off heading home with him driving behind me since we still lived at the same place. Headquarters thought since we playing dumb to James and we believe that he was dead, we shouldn't make any changes. We got home faster than usual, it must be because my mind was in another dimension. He wanted to spend time with me. Why? I can't give him what he wants. I just can't. I quickly made my way up to my door trying for him not to catch up but I must have been walking to slow.
"I still have one more question left," he said stopping me at my door. I didn't look at him, I opened my door ready to shut it in his face but then I caught the look in his brown eyes. They look so sad and pleading. I just couldn't do it. I looked at him then at the floor giving him permission to ask his question. He blew his breath trying to relax his breathing.
Then he asked, "what's your real name?" My eyes shot up to him. Why would he ask me that? he said no personal questions. You know what forget it. I slammed the door in his face.
He promised. I started pacing back and forth. Why? I tried to calm my self down but just ended up crying. We had so much fun and he just had to ruin it, he just had to go and get personal. Why am I crying? I don't cry. It's him. He's breaking me down and I can't control it. Do I want to control it? I don't know. 
I can't fall for Shawn Carter. I won't. But I could have told him. But I don't want to. I think I can trust him. Can I? I just can't let my guard down. I sat on the floor leaning on my door thinking  to myself. I inhaled and exhaled slowing trying to get my breathing back to normal. I sighed.
"Beyoncé, Beyoncé knowles," I then whispered to no one in particular. Me and my empty house and full thoughts.

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