BE MINE Blondie & The Bodyguard *Alabama and Jeremiah*

New position

Alabama

Life back home is very different. I was gone for years, and although everything is still the same, it is all very different. I wake up before the sun goes up, ready to do things. I have too much energy, and can't sit still. So far today, I have helped dad finish painting the chicken coop and the inside of his house. I finished un packing, and rearranged my bedroom twice. I seem to be the only one with extra time to do anything around here, since I don't have a job anymore. I mean I do work here at the farm, and with the guys with security and stuff, but it's really nothing. I am thinking of applying to a couple of places, so I can stay busy 24/7, especially on nights when I can't sleep, but I am not sure what I want to do. With my background, I know the possibilities are endless. I can work all types of jobs, main one being private security. I wonder if Jeremiah would hire me in his company. A great idea pops up in my head and I decide to go for it.

Send. I just finished applying to a couple of different jobs, one with Jeremiah's company, another with his rival company. Another is a basic desk job, and as a librarian at a library a couple of minutes away. I think I might go for that one though. If I can get an interview and get the job. Although quiet is scary. After spending time with my pops the past couple of weeks, and he being a bit vulnerable and admitting that me leaving was very hard on him, I am not sure if I should put myself in danger again. The last thing I want to do is hurt my dad, or have him constantly worrying about me. I think Dallas gives him enough to worry about, and I think working a regular job and sneaking away for adventures that give me that adrenaline rush I need is the best way to go for me. With my mind made up, I hop in the shower. I have a busy afternoon and need to hurry and get this paint off me.

I have an appointment for a hot air balloon jump. My family would flip if they knew. That is why I am not going to tell anyone. I feel so empty, and I know this will help me feel better, at least until I can figure out what else I want to do. I slip on my panties and hear a noise. It is barely there, but I am trained to hear any and everything. I would even go as far to say I am paranoid. I am f*cked up in the head. I grab my gun and stand behind my room door. I hear the footsteps coming from the opposite side, and I brace myself for the attacker. The door is pushed a bit, and as soon as I see the shoe step into my bedroom, I slam the door forward. The groan I hear when the door connects with his face sends a rush up my body. I live for this sh!t. "Blondie, f*ck," I hear his voice and I sigh, feeling relieved that it is just him, but annoyed that he continues to break into my house.

"What the f*ck Jeremiah," I shout. His eyes travel down my body and he smirks. Mother*cker. I didn't even finish getting dressed. "Who the f*ck let you in?" I ask him. I walk to my closet and put on a bra, then grab a pair of black workout shorts, and a white crop top and quickly get dressed. "Why don't you answer my texts and calls?" he ignores my question to ask his own. "I am busy Jeremiah. I don't have time for your sh*t," I tell him. He is at my side so fast, his hands around my body, and his lips on mine. I push him away. "You can't keep breaking in to my house," I tell him and give him my best glare. "It's not breaking in if I have a key," I ignore him, and put on a bit of mascara, and I put on my shoes and make my way to the living room. "Where are you going dressed this s3xy Alabama? Put some jeans on," he tells me. I stare at me. Is he out of his mind? "Who the h3ll do you think you are, Jeremiah? Breaking into my home, demanding things, telling me what to wear. Get out and stay out. I am changing the locks," I tell him, but he just smirks. "An application came in today. I came here to tell you personally that you got the job." he says, and I look up, shocked. He isn't giving me sh*t for it? I smile "When do I start?" I ask him, feeling excited to get back out there. I wonder who I will be taking care of, or maybe he will have me training people. The job description didn't say much, besides the fact that they need someone urgently. I meet all of the requirements, so no matter what he has me doing, I know I will kick a$$. "Tomorrow," he tells me. He watches me as I grab my wallet, phone and keys.

Jeremiah

Having her in front of me, I just want to drag her back to her bedroom and give her all the orgasms she wants and needs, but I told myself to calm down. I noticed her pulling away from me, so I can't push her. I want her to come to me. To need me. When her application and resume came in, I knew I was hiring her on the spot, but a new position just opened up. Looks like I will be working in the office, and she will be my new secretary. I don't want her out on the field. I know she can handle it. She is over qualified, but that doesn't mean that she has to risk herself. "I see that your phone works perfectly fine," I say as she grabs her things. "Yeah, so." she shrugs. "hmmm," is all I say. She is the worst with phones. She never answers my calls, bothers calling back, or replying to my text messages. Upon doing some digging, I feel better that she is this way with everyone, not just me. Yes, I have my IT guys on her, but so what? Yes, some people might call it stalking. I tell myself that I am keeping an eye on her to keep her safe.

"Make sure you lock up when you leave," I know she is teasing. "Where are we going?" I ask her instead. I have the afternoon off, and came to ask her to go with me to lunch, but now it looks like I am going wherever she is going. "I am going somewhere alone. We are not going anywhere, but you are going to h3ll," middle finger in my face. I throw my head back and laugh. She walks out of the door, and I follow behind her, locking up. I cage her as she gets in the front seat. "At least tell me where you are going, so I know you are safe," I try to ask nicely, but she is testing my patience. Things would be easier if she would just tell me these things. She smirks "I am going to release some energy," she says. Her eyes light up. "Want to come?" she asks me. "Yes, I want to c*m, inside of you preferably, but I guess I will come with you. I have to make sure you are safe," I tell her and she groans. I know I am pissing her off, but this will just make for great s3x. I need to stop teasing her already, because everything about her has me hard and ready.