Guarding The Good Girl.

Sawyer

Leaning close to her, I catch a whiff of her intoxicating cologne. She smells like a fresh garden of blueberries and that makes my mouth water because I’m a sucker for that fruit. I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. She’s surely an intriguing little thing.

President Fayes sent us an email last week requesting security for his daughter. I never knew he was once married to begin with, nor did he have a child, but apparently two of the guys that worked with me had, and they let me know right away that they would like to participate in the case. My partner Derrick Rhodes aka Earl, was in the dark like me. But when I googled her, I think Earl may have swallowed his tongue. He hasn’t said a word since he saw her picture.

I wouldn’t blame him though.

The second I saw Celestine, I knew that this case wasn’t for anyone but me. f*****g incredible, was all I could about. It took me a good ten minutes of staring at her picture before I called back her Father and demanded that he sent me some information on why he needed protection for his daughter. I spent the night at the station, going over the file he sent me; emails and screenshots of harassing texts, several complaints filed with notable security firms that her apartment had been broken into but nothing was stolen, reports detailing accounts of stalker trailing and behavior but with no witness to give further details.

What made me mad was the fear I could hear in the President’s voice when he told me about what was happening. He’d been elected barely a month ago and some arseholes were after his daughter already. He’s scared for her life because she’s all he’s got. The stalker was being more aggressive. What looked like a little cyber bullying that I managed to link to something Celestine was working on morphed into a creepy obsession for whoever was doing this. My sister had this experience once and things ended up ugly. I’ll do anything to keep Celestine safe and from what her Father said, it’s going to be tough work trying to get her on board with my plans.

I’ve been with the Dallas police for seven years and I’ve been doing great. I have a knack for taking on privates cases and ensuring I render my services to the best of my ability.

After I talked things over with the President, I reassured him that I would take on this case personally and he could count on me that everything would turn out right. I would ensure that Celestine got the full treatment accorded to those we took on private cases for. She would get live-in bodyguard protection until we caught the stalker and I wouldn’t leave her side until there was closure on the situation and nobody was harmed. Sure, it wasn’t enough to make everything go away, I needed to make sure it never happened again and for some goddamn reason just looking at her picture made me feel protective of her. The thought of anything hideous happening to her made me clench my fists in rage.

I’ve always been kind of a loner and luckily nothing was going to keep me from staying with Celestine as long as it takes to keep her safe. My dad divorced my mom when I was younger and although the separation hit her hard, she pulled herself together and schlepped all the way to Seattle without me. I was forced to put up with an aunt – an alcoholic who drank like a fish and smoked like a chimney but she was nicer when sober. The only family I have now is a boy I rescued from a street gang but he comes from a family that’s hostile towards strangers, and I try not to get up in his business, even though he tries to make me have fun whenever he comes around, but having never really had much of a family or anyone care for me, I always feel awkward and don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around him. Its better he just have fun with his family and friends than hang out with me.

Getting into Celestine’s apartment was like child’s play. I found the doorman dozing off at the backyard and I just went by into the elevator. Bypassing her apartment security and bouncers were super easy, and it’s not even that the system’s a bad one but putting one, two, three, four as a passcode isn’t very smart. She’s supposed to be a genius as I was told, but it seems she wasn’t intelligent to little details.

“Chipmunk? What’s that supposed to mean?”

She flinches away at my words, her eyes narrowing at me. I miss the sooth of her comforting cologne and it takes all in me not to draw closer to her. What’s she done to me? I shake my head to push such thoughts away. “It means I’m here as your official hired bodyguard so I’ll be staying with you from now on. My name is Sawyer Devil and I’m in charge of your security.” I say firmly, leaving no room for arguments. Her father had told me that it might be impossible to get Celestine to agree to the extra security, and normally our station protocols demanded I wouldn’t take a case like that, chasing someone who doesn’t want or appreciate our services, but because I can’t get her off my mind, I’ve found myself making an exception. The need to make sure she’s safe is making my d**k throb. I can’t let anyone hurt her and it’s clear she needs someone to watch over her and I’m that f*****g person. “Got a guest suite anywhere?”

Her gaze fell as she fluttered her thick lashes. “N-No. I thought that as my bodyguard you’d be…sleeping with... Me?” She shook her head quickly as though thinking against it. “So sorry, that sounds so wrong.”

My c**k got hard the second she sauntered to the door and I draw the zipper down a bit to keep my damn thing from bursting through if she keeps charming me with her innocence. Sharing the same bed with her would be f*****g heavenly. I wonder if her sheets smell as good as she does and if so she’s bloody got me.

“No it doesn’t. If I’m here to protect you day and night, the closest place to do that is by your side. You must understand this, Miss Fayes, I’ve got rules which I’m expected to get you to follow too.”

Flushed, she risks a cautious glance over my body and I’m once again captivated by her plushy lips and large t**s that’d fit my large hands just right. And to think she’s got no f*****g ring on her finger. Is this the Cosmo gods telling me she’s been reserved all this while to become mine?

“Why aren’t you married?” I gestured to her finger.

She blushed so hard I had to partially hide my very evident b***r by moving a little bit to stand behind a fuchsia-winged chair. Her eyes followed my movement surreptitiously. “I never found someone who wanted to stay with me long enough to put a ring on it without having s*x with me.” Her words aren’t exactly fleeting but touching all the same. Good God, someone should come in and beat me with a stick. Is this goddess telling me the honest truth that she’s untouched? Jesus Christ.

“Are you always this soft spoken?” I manage a small smile. She speaks so low as though afraid and it f*****g turns me on. I like my girls delicate and subservient.

She shrugs. “I guess so. Most people hate it. They tell me that it’ll be hard to find a partner if I keep being shy about everything. I’m sorry if it offends you but I want you to know it’s not intentional.”

I let my smile widen into a full-on eat-shitting grin as I draw in a breath. “No. I like it. Turns me on actually.”