Leave me alone, ESCORT

Chapter 10

/Jane/

he inquired, bending his head to stare into my eyes. "Do you have dreams like that every night?" he inquired.

"Yeah," I said, nodding. I don't want to speak about it, so please don't bring it up again. "I'm sorry if I woke you up," I say.

It was his emerald eyes that riveted upon mine. They had an oddly relaxing effect on me. "It's OK with me that you woke me up." "All I hope is that you will allow me to attempt to assist you."

Could you please assist me? It was too late for anyone to aid me; it was too late for that. The one person who could have helped me had passed away.

"It's not possible." With my palm on his chest, I gently nudged him away from my side. I was becoming heated since he was standing so close to me, and I was confined in the corner. I needed to get some fresh air.

Then he caught my hand again and whispered, "I can do it, you just have to allow me in."

I moaned in exasperation as I typed. "Kurt, please just get out of here. I just need a breath of fresh air or anything. Because I apologize for disturbing your sleep, I will not go back to sleep so that you may get some rest." I took a few steps away from him, feeling the need for some personal space.

He made a resolute motion with his head. "You're free to go back to sleep." I'll keep an eye on you. With that in mind, he said, holding the back of my dresser chair and dragging it to the side of the bed. "That way, you might not have any more nightmares," he added.

I couldn't help but chuckle out loud. "And that's part of your new job description?" I responded in a sarcastic manner.

He shook his head, turned on my bedside lamp, and then walked over to the ceiling lights and turned those off as well. “Nope. But I want you to feel comfortable in my company, therefore I'll go to any length to make that happen."

Laughing, I stood back and watched as he slid himself into the chair. "Are you going to sit here and watch me sleep?"

Putting his rifle and knife on the floor next to the chair, he confirmed, his voice hushed.

I swallowed hard when I saw his severe gaze. "Kurt, please, for the love of God, just go to bed. "I'm not going to wake you up again." I leaned over and picked up a book off the edge of my bed, where I curled up to read it for a while.

He let out a long, deep sigh. "You'll understand when you get to know me that once I've made up my mind about anything, there's not much that can be done to change it." "Either I'm going to sit here and watch you sleep, or I'm going to sit here and watch you read," he said, a cocky grin on his face.

When I saw his look, I couldn't help but frown. His condition was grave and there would be no returning to sleep for him in any case. We locked gazes on one other for a few moments, neither of us willing to back down from our positions. Finally, I let out a big sigh, knowing I'd failed. The fact that he didn't realize was that I would still have nightmares with him sitting there, so this small prank was completely insignificant. The previous night, my father attempted to sit in the room while I slept, but to no avail. I'd tried everything, including medications, hypnotists, and yoga, but nothing seemed to work on them. Maybe Kurt needed to learn this the hard way and miss out on a night's sleep before he would give up on attempting to assist me in the first place.

With a groan, I tossed my book in his general way. “Fine. "Would you like to read that?" As soon as he caught it, I inquired.

He smirked and turned to look at the book's cover. With his hand on my bruised and abused copy of Twilight, he questioned, "Do you like vampires?" I said yes.

I returned the smile. Having returned to my bed and just watched him scan over the first page of the book, I confessed, "That one appeals to me." "Good night, and good luck."

"It's time to sleep, Jane." I was sitting there reading, wearing only a pair of black boxers, and there was no indication of the badass from minutes before; he had returned to his normal self.

Now it's time for a new male model.

It was difficult for me to close my eyes and will myself to sleep, knowing that it would not come easily. It never happened.

I awoke the next morning after having gotten one of the nicest nights' sleep I'd had in a very long time. I'd been lying awake for what seemed like an eternity with my back to him, listening to him turn the pages of the book. But it was the moment I realized he'd fallen asleep that I recalled the most vividly from last night's conversation. Kurt Taylor, unquestionably the most attractive man I had seen in a long time, snored in my direction. It wasn't simply a quiet snore, though; it was a loud chainsaw-like snoring sound.

As I observed him with his head supported on his palm, his knees folded under his body, and the book abandoned on his lap, I found myself chuckling to myself for a long time. It was a very amusing sight to behold. It took me a while to fall asleep as well, despite the fact that I could still hear his snoring in my dreams. It was really rather pleasant since it seemed as though they had prevented me from falling into a deep slumber. It was just as he had anticipated that I would not have any more nightmares last night.

I looked over at him, who was still slumped in the same posture, and sighed blissfully to myself. He would most likely be in discomfort for the rest of the day due to his odd stance. I forced a feeble grin onto my face and drew the covers up around my shoulders when he stirred, wincing as he moved and blinking a number of times.

"Hello," I said, unsure of what I was expected to say next. This was a first-time experience for me.

Then, yawning and stretching his back, he let out a little sigh, he said, sitting forward and arching his back. "Do you get a good night's sleep?"

I nodded and smiled, debating whether or not I should ridicule him for snoring so loudly. Following his unsuccessful attempt to keep himself awake all night so that I could sleep, I decided against it. Following his decision to give up his bed for me, it was not my place to make fun of him. "Actually, yes, that's what I did.

"Thank you," I said, a little hesitantly.

Then he swung his legs off the chair and stood up, stretching. He grinned triumphantly. Without my permission, my gaze swept down his body, soaking in every inch of his beauty, from his tanned skin to his chiseled abs to the small V-line that dipped down into his underpants, all without pausing. I took a deep breath and hastily closed my eyes before he realized I was looking at him.

"Do you think you could lend me this book so I could finish reading it?" he inquired.

When I opened my eyes, he was uncomfortably holding my book in front of me. In spite of his evident shame at being reading a book marketed mostly at young females, I smiled and nodded at him. "There's no need to feel embarrassed; there's nothing better than a good vampire fiction." "If you don't want them, I've got the other three as well."

He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. Because I read a chick-lit novel, I'm not humiliated; instead, I'm simply waiting for the taunting to begin."

He used the disparaging term "chick book," and I chuckled, standing up and shaking my head at his use of the term.

He returned the smile with a nod in the direction of the entrance. "I'm going to go into the shower." His rifle and knife were on the floor, so as he stooped down to pick them up, my gaze slid to his lower back. I raised one brow in admiration when I read this. Although the back view was less impressive than the front, it was still worth taking note of. After gathering his weapons, he strutted across the room and opened the door with his right foot. Before he could go, I yelled his name, causing him to turn around and gaze at me with anticipation.

I appreciate all you did last night. "It was thoughtful of you," I acknowledged. The words were difficult to utter. I hadn't been in the habit of being polite to people recently, so I was a little unclear about how to go about it.

His lips arched into a gorgeous grin as he looked at me. “Anytime.”

During his final breath, I dragged myself out of bed, figuring that I would also go into the bathroom and get some fresh air.

After that, I didn't bother drying my hair or putting on make-up — it wasn't something I did often. It was time for breakfast, so I slipped on a pair of loose combat-style pants and a black tank top with a black, baggy hoodie over the top and proceeded downstairs.

As I stepped into the kitchen, I noticed Kurt seated at the breakfast bar, a massive stack of pancakes in front of him. I asked him what he was doing there. The kitchen staff was swarming around him and smothering him. Sarah, the server, was openly flirting with him, her cle**age practically bursting out of her top, which was never ordinarily undone in such a way.

My stomach was already churning with anxiety over what was about to happen this morning, so instead of having a real breakfast, I simply grabbed a banana, completely disregarding the fact that Mary, the cook, glared disapprovingly at my choice.

Kurt grinned at me as he turned around. Sarah gave me a scathing look since she'd lost his attention as a result of my actions. While I was pouring a glass of orange juice for her, she moved closer to him, drawing her shoulders back so that her br**sts seemed like they were going to jump out of her blouse, while I watched. Inquiring whether I would want to do something, she raised one eyebrow, as if making a quiet offer of nakedness, which I took to be a silent offer of nakedness, I presumed.

While shaking his head, a grimace appeared on his face. Then he turned to face me and said, "Actually, I was hoping that Jane might like to come hang out with me today."

The banana seemed to become lodged in my throat after a while. "I have a lot on my plate today." I had a lot of stuff to get done.

In response to the query, one of his brows raised. "Oh, honestly, what are you doing?"