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J.M.| Trouble

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This is totally unfair. My dad is fleeing off for a business trip to Tahiti-sounds more like a vacation if you ask me. In addition to missing out on a sweet getaway to the tropics, he's forcing his assistant to watch me like a hawk for the next week. I'm seventeen, I don't need a babysitter.

Honest-I can take care of myself just fine; I've never torched the house, nor have I broken anything...within the past month at least. Okay maybe I can be a bit reckless, but who doesn't love a little fun? I just hope this assistant of his doesn't have a twig up his ass and can keep his nose out of my business.

"Honey, my assistant is here, please come downstairs!" my dad shouts.

"Coming!" I huff.

I step down the stairs quickly, wanting to get the awkward introduction over with. I'm shocked when I see a hot dude in the living room. There's no way this gorgeous creature is my dad's assistant.

"Y/n, this is Jonah, Jonah meet my lovely daughter," my father introduces us.

Now that I'm closer, I can see his sharp features. He brings a whole new meaning to the 'jawline that can cut', I mean, he's seriously chiseled. His eyes are an intense blue-grey in the dim lighting of my living room; I'm not one to be nervous, but I find myself fidget under his gaze. I've never seen such a wonderfully carved Adam's apple either, this man looks way too sexy to be a crappy intern. Not to mention, he looks so young, only a couple years older than myself.

"It's a pleasure meeting you," he cocks an eyebrow up, studying me.

"The pleasure is all mine," I say slyly.

No, really.

"I really appreciate you doing this favor for me, Jonah. All her old babysitters refuse to hang out with her," my dad embarrasses the hell out of me.

"Should I be worried?" the guy asks playfully.

"I think you two will get along just fine," my father replies.

"I think so too," Jonah says, eyeing me mischievously.

He's got another thing coming if he thinks he can control me just because he's staying at my house for the week. Good looks won't get you that far, buddy.

"Well, I'd better leave now if I want to catch my flight. Y/n, would you kindly show Jonah to the guest room?" my dad inquires.

"Sure dad."

"And for the love of god, please behave," he sighs.

"When have I ever?" I reply sarcastically.

My father just rolls his eyes and grabs his luggage, "If you need anything, give me a ring!"

After my father departs, Jonah turns to me, "so..." he says awkwardly.

"Here's how this week is gonna go," I turn to face him, "you stay out of my business for the week, and I'll stay out of yours."