FlAvor

Chapter 6

My new bodyguard stands well over six feet and probably weighs about two-hundred and fifty pounds. I'm still trying to wrap my head around having one in the first place. Blaine and I meet him outside of the club entrance, seeing him wearing jeans, dress shirt, and those sunglasses that mimic the ones Will Smith wore in Men In Black.

He certainly blended in with the crowd besides his height and size. He is very attractive with a few features that are similar to Joe Manganiello, who is so yummy by the way. My co-workers won't know what to do if they saw him. I couldn't even describe how Bre and Mickey would act.

"What's up, O'Brien? How have you been, man?" Blaine and him shook hands. They seem to have known each other well enough, and I get slightly more comfortable being around him.

"I've been good, brother. Was training some rookies before I got Mitch's call saying you needed some help." He glanced down at me and smiled. "Well, who is this beauty right here? You can't possibly be with this asshole."

I giggled, making Blaine glare down at me playfully. With a look like that, I might be paying for laughing at him. Can't wait, I thought.

"I'm Adrienne and I am with said asshole. But he let's me sleep in his bed so I have to put up with him somehow." Blaine's hand that was already around my waist lowered to my butt, squeezing enough to make me shut up. The man can't keep his hands off of me, which is just what I want. I continued my playful rant. "I mean, cooking for him is one thing, but him leaving all his dirty clothes everywhere is where I draw the line."

I'm kidding by the way. Blaine is, surprisingly, a pretty neat guy. I just like riling him up.

"I like you already! Are you ready to go? I'd like to take my car, by the way. Just for today."

"That's fine with me." He goes around to the driver's side while I stay behind with Blaine.

"You think you're cute, huh? Embarrassing me in front of my friend," he murmured, almost seductively.

"I've been cute since the day I was born. I have all the pictures to prove it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I better get going to work before someone makes me late."

"O'Brien drives fast enough." Before I could respond, he pulled me to his face and kissed me hard on the lips, taking me by surprise. I grab onto his wrists for support as his hands lock around my neck. I could feel his heat, his masculine scent, taking over me. Blaine didn't care that we were out in the open, full on PDA. Honestly, neither did I. His lips are like candy. One taste, and you're forever in need of more.

He abruptly pulled away, leaving me in a lustful daze. His smirk is full on noticeable as he gazes down at me. Bastard. "Payback is so sweet, baby. Have a good day at work. Call of you need anything."

He saunters. Yes, the man saunters back into the club. I'm hot and bothered, slightly angry at him for getting me frustrated and flustered. Now I have to go to work for 10 hours, and he'll be more ingrained in my thoughts more today than usual. Bre calls it the Harrington effect; I can see why.

I go inside the car, completely forgetting that O'Brien was there. The blood rush to my cheeks in mortification. Did he see all of that? By the snort that came out, he very well did watch the show.

"Yes, go ahead. Laugh it up," I said in annoyance. He lets it all out. "Okay! It's not that funny, O'Brien."

He wipes fakes tears before pulling from the parking space. "Whew. I needed that."

"I'm so happy I could entertain you, dude." We drove in a comfortable silence going to work, but the traffic was a bitch as usual. That's why I always leave about 45 minutes before it's time for me to actually clock in.