My Bodyguard and Me

Chapter Seven

Cassy

Internships had always been something I wanted to try out. I mean, what was the need to spend all those years in school just to end up caged in the house as if I were the most important person in the world. I understood that my father was trying to be a dad after he left us all these years but he needed to understand that it could not happen by restricting me to the walls of the house like a prisoner.

As we drew closer to our destination, I could not help but feel excited, but the thought of him staying with me and even sharing the same condo always cut my excitement short. He sat there across from my chair in my father's private jet. Each time I tilted my head towards his direction, his eyes were always on me. I only wondered what was going through his mind the whole time. Finally, the announcement came from the pilot that it was time for landing. He cleared his throat to break the long silence and I was jolted back to reality.

"You need to buckle yourself and prepare for landing." That was the first time he had talked to me since the beginning of the flight. I only nodded my head, moving my hands around my waist to look for the seat belt but could not find it. He stood up immediately, not saying a word as he moved closer to me. He stuck his hands beside me, rubbing against my thigh, way up to my waistline. I could feel his hot breath as he moved his head closer to my face.

I felt my breath cease for a moment. There was no way he wasn't doing this on purpose. He was intentional about what he was doing. The urge to wrap around him surged inside me and just then, he brought each half of the seatbelt and fastened it around my waist. I wanted to kiss his perfectly positioned lips as he stared deep into my eyes. I didn't know when I licked my lower lip slowly, and he responded by smirking while he pulled away from me.

Why was he torturing me? Was I wrong to have told him how I felt about him? To have informed him that I wanted to get laid with him? He fastened his seatbelt around him and that was the only time he took his gaze off me.

"Can you stop staring at me, please? I don't feel comfortable when you look at me like that." I managed to say and he watched me continuously as if he were trying to gather his thoughts. Just as I wanted to talk again, he inhaled deeply before he talked.

"Watching you is what I am paid to do. So I am sorry if doing the job that I am paid for is making you feel uncomfortable. You can talk to my employer about that." How does he always do that? How does he always have his way with words? Just as I wanted to talk, we touched down on the runway and the loud noise forced me to remain quiet.

The plane finally came to a stop and we were ushered out of the plane. The SUVs were already waiting at the airport to get us to our apartment. This is it. A new dawn for the next few months. The drive to the cabin was short and silent. I looked the other way throughout the trip, but I could feel his gaze on me. My mind was filled with different dirty thoughts, but I had to keep reminding myself that I was only going to make it worse if I showed him how much I wanted him.

"Welcome to the other side of Russia. I bet you will love it here!" I didn't know what his intentions were this time. Smiling at me as if he really meant it. I only nodded my head, not uttering a single word. I inhaled deeply as I hopped out of the car in front of the entrance door. I didn't wait to pick anything from the car as I made my way inside. I went to the door on the right and just as I was about to tilt it open, he cleared his throat slightly, perhaps to get my attention and I turned to look at him.

"That's mine. I thought you went through the compilation I sent to you. It was clearly stated there except that you didn't go through it." At this point, I didn't know what more to say. I only gave him a straight look before moving to the room on the left tilting the door open. I walked into the room and went straight to lie on the bed, heaving a sigh.

"You must be tired. It was quite a long flight. Is there anything you would like to have to ease your stress?" His question came with a lot of ambiguity. I didn't like the fact that he had such an effect on me. I didn't want to appear weak because of my desires.

"I don't need anything for now. I only want to take my bath and rest. I have to be in the best shape for tomorrow. Tomorrow is my first day at my internship program and I don't want to ruin it." He made a scrunching face. That was the first time that I could actually read his facial expression. I didn't know how I got to make him show that face but it gave me an idea. I could make it a little difficult for him.

"I will let you know when I need something," I grunted as I tried to stand up from the bed, taking my clothes off, exposing parts of my bare body.

"What are you trying to do?" His voice was sharp and direct. I chuckled slightly. My heart raced faster, unsure of the path that I had decided to tread.

"Trying to undress of course. What does it seem like I am doing?" He didn't say any more words before he left the room.