Protect Me - A Steamy Bodyguard Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 5)

by Layla Valentine

  Rubbing my chin thoughtfully, I considered my options. I could take a risk on her, but that just wasn’t going to happen. No way, no how. I mused that the only real option that held any measure of kindness was offering to supervise her while she washed up. I felt a stirring in my gut at the thought, but I made no move to voice it.

  I was almost sure she would decline. After all, who could blame her? If she decided against the shower on her own accord, however, I would feel much less guilty than if I hadn’t offered at all.

  Steeling my gaze, I tried to keep my expression cool and passive as I turned to face her. She immediately began to deflate, but against my better judgement, I reached out a hand to touch her shoulder. She reddened, awkwardly glancing at the place where my hand was resting.

  “I understand if the answer is no, Owen. I can’t expect you to put your job on the line without being sure I won’t make a break for it,” she said sadly.

  “You’re right. You can’t expect that. But, I have another option that we can consider,” I began, and she stared at me much like a deer in headlights.

  I could immediately tell where her mind was going, and as much as I’d have liked the idea of showering with her, it just wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t going to put her feelings on the line.

  Before she could panic (or maybe even get her hopes up?) too much, I finished telling her my idea.

  “I can wait outside the shower curtain while you’re washing up, and then I’d have some insurance that you can’t escape,” I offered.

  It was obvious that she was somewhat dubious about the offer, though she began to look the part of the cat who got the canary after a moment. She took me by the wrist, pulling me in the direction of the bathroom. I was torn between disappointment that she hadn’t backed down, and a strange excitement that I didn’t dare voice.

  “Thank you so much! I’ll feel so much better after getting nice and clean,” she gushed, smiling.

  I resisted the desire to make a comment about her getting dirty immediately after, but I wasn’t entirely confident that I kept my expression from betraying my lewd thoughts.

  Dragging me the final distance to the bathroom, Emily released me and stepped away to begin undressing. It was my turn to look shocked, and I quickly cleared my throat, steering her behind the shower curtain.

  “You can undress in there,” I said assertively, and she giggled as I heard her shuffling around in the stall.

  I didn’t really know what was so funny about me trying to be considerate, but soon, she peeked her head out and handed over her clothes.

  “Seems like you don’t trust yourself to just…keep your eyes closed,” she said with a pleased little lilt in her voice.

  I couldn’t exactly reply that she was entirely right, and that if I saw her naked body, I wasn’t sure what I would do to her. I simply shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck.

  “Just trying to preserve your modesty. I wouldn’t want to make this arrangement any more uncomfortable than it needs to be,” I settled upon saying, and she only laughed again before slipping back behind the curtain.

  I heard the knobs being turned, the water shooting out of the shower head in a gush.

  “Ah! Damn—cold, cold,” she cried out.

  My thoughts immediately turned to the effect that the cold water would be having on her body—specifically, a certain part of her body that I longed to play with. The thought of her nipples hardening as cold water flowed over her naked breasts sent a slithering tendril of desire coiling in the pit of my stomach.

  “It’ll warm up; don’t be a baby,” I managed to get out.

  She didn’t answer me, instead sighing in pleasure as the water got to a more bearable temperature. I could imagine her look of bliss, which would have imprinted itself on my memory forever, would I have been able to actually see it. The thought was tortuous enough.

  “Mmm, it feels so good,” she murmured, but I was almost sure she knew I could hear her.

  It wasn’t as if the bathroom was particularly large, so I was forced to remain achingly close to the shower curtain, and her naked body behind it.

  I remained silent, feeling a stirring in my groin as she continued to sigh and moan. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me, but I wasn’t going to let her know how much it was working. I was helpless to think about anything besides tearing the curtain open and pinning her to the wall.

  “Hurry up, I don’t have all night,” I said gruffly, attempting to hide the arousal in my voice.

  She whined, peeking out of the curtain. I felt her eyes travel south, and was suddenly aware of the growing bulge in my pants. She smirked, looking me in the eye with a mischievous expression.

  “Okay, okay. You sure you don’t want to swap out? Seems like you could use a bit of alone time, unless of course—” she started, but I quickly cut her off.

  “I’m fine. Just peachy, all right? I’m just tired,” I said icily, putting a stop to whatever dirty thought was playing in her mind.

  I didn’t say as much, but I was putting a stop to my own crude thoughts as well.

  “Just let me get rinsed off. Can you grab a towel?” she asked, her voice still painfully sultry.

  I rummaged around in the cabinet, grabbing a large towel and pressing it into her waiting palm after she shut the water off. As I thought of her drying off, I realized I’d never been more jealous of an inanimate object in my life. I wasn’t even sure I’d been jealous of any inanimate object prior to that very moment.

  “You’re going to have to turn around and face the door. I’m not getting my clothes wet,” she said.

  “They’re…on the counter, then. Get on with it,” I grumbled, turning to face away from the shower. I could feel her presence behind me, steam flowing out from behind the freshly opened curtain. It would have been so easy to simply turn around and sweep her into my arms.

  “All right, all dressed,” she reported.

  I couldn’t admit how disappointed I was to see that she was telling the truth.

  Chapter 15

  Emily

  After the moment we’d shared in the bathroom, Owen seemed ready to turn in for the night. His expression was troubled, and as much as I wanted to soothe his pain, it didn’t seem as if he would be willing to give me the chance. I could tell he was attracted to me, and while I was relatively sure it was only on a physical level, I was also sure that there would be no man I’d rather give my virginity to.

  Even if I never saw him again, it was a moment I wanted us to share. I wouldn’t voice the thought, though we both knew it was well evident. If Owen truly didn’t want me, I wasn’t going to push the issue.

  At least, not when I had so much else occupying my mind. I’d been making an effort to be as kind as I could manage, even after he’d rejected my request to go out for drinks altogether. There was an ulterior motive, as I’m sure he suspected.

  No matter how suspicious he was, though, I wasn’t going to risk my plan by being cold towards him. After all, you could always capture more flies with honey than vinegar. Admittedly, I had been something of a tease in the shower. I was almost hoping he would be overcome with desire and simply have his way with me.

  Being dominated was a thought I felt rather enamored with, especially considering how easily he could pin me down and do whatever he wanted. I’d have been foolish not to notice his impeccable musculature, not to mention the sizable bump in his jeans. He had been unable to hide his reaction in the bathroom, and I could almost sense that I was wearing down his defenses.

  He was still determined to see me caged like some exotic bird, a part I was willing to play…as long as he was awake.

  In that moment, we stood facing each other at the foot of the bed. His lips were pursed, and though I had my doubts, I hoped he would sleep on the couch or something that night. He crossed his arms, looking from the bed, to the door, to the couch and back to the bed again.

  He wasn’t particularly good at disguising his growing irritation
, though I wasn’t sure which of us he was more bothered by. He seemed to do a good enough job of getting sullen without my help.

  “You can sleep on the couch. There aren’t any windows in here,” I pointed out.

  He looked as if he wanted to entertain the notion, but then shook his head unhappily.

  “There’s not a lock on the door, either. I can’t risk you trying to sneak off while I’m dead to the world,” he said firmly.

  I resisted the desire to roll my eyes, determined to keep my pleasant facade up. I shrugged, gesturing towards the bed with a cheeky smile.

  “Well, somehow, I have my doubts that you’d be willing to share the bed. I wouldn’t have any complaints, so if there are really no other options…” I drawled, stretching the words out in a sexy croon.

  He flinched, and I took a moment to wonder if his arousal had abated altogether. There was almost a guilty look in his eyes, as if he wanted to do something unforgivable. At least, unforgivable in his own eyes. He could do to consider life from another perspective besides the one that had that stick so far up his ass.

  “I’m not going to sleep with you,” he said, though I couldn’t be sure how much weight the words carried.

  Did he just mean literal sleep, or was this his final rejection to my advances?

  I shook my head disdainfully, moving to slide beneath the sheets. He watched me with his mouth slightly agape, and maybe he hadn’t been finished arguing, but I was definitely done.

  “I don’t want to argue about this, Owen. You can sleep in the bed beside me, you can sleep on the sofa. Whatever you decide, I’d rather you try to do it soon. I’m exhausted and ready for some rest,” I said.

  Sighing contently, I settled into the sheets, resting my head against the pillow. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it would do. I didn’t plan to do any sleeping, anyway. There was no reason Owen needed to know that, though.

  Almost as if reading my thoughts, he frowned before shuffling to the closet, where there were some extra linens that had seen better days. He spread them out on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed. I watched him with a sliver of disbelief for a moment before laughing outright.

  He couldn’t be serious. There was no way he would be so bullheaded.

  “If you try anything, I’ll wake up. I’m a light sleeper,” he announced coolly.

  I considered him with a raised brow, crossing my arms behind my head and allowing my head to drop back down. In spite of his claims, I was still confident in my ability to sneak out of the place without him knowing. Buff macho man on the floor or not, I wasn’t going to let him scare me.

  He seemed to realize I was no longer paying him any mind, so he turned off the light before dropping to the floor like a rock. He groaned softly in pain.

  “Comfortable down there?” I asked, fighting off my giggles.

  “Just great,” he replied bitterly, and I could hear him shuffling around in the little cocoon he’d made for himself.

  I rolled my eyes, well aware that he couldn’t see me now. We lay in the darkness, the silence somewhat uncomfortable, though neither of us dared to break it. I closed my eyes, going through the motions of slowing down my breathing. He shifted at the foot of the bed, and I could feel his eyes on me.

  “Good night, then, I guess. Sleep well, Emily,” he said softly.

  My lips curled into an easy smile after he lay back down.

  My good night had nothing to do with sleep, but whatever made him rest easy was good enough for me. If all went according to plan, I’d slip out of the bathroom window after he’d fallen into a restful slumber, coming back in the same way before he even realized what had happened.

  Luckily, the apartment was on the first floor, and the bathroom window wasn’t ridiculously high on the wall. It was small, but then again, so was I.

  Pretending to sleep was an easy task; it was one I had perfected years ago when I’d still lived with my father. My body seemed to think I was nearing sleep, but my mind was as alert as ever. I could hear every little sound, from the cars zooming past outside to the soft inhales and exhales as Owen breathed.

  When Owen’s breathing began to slow, some might have jumped the gun. I was perfectly intent to bide my time, however. The man being just on the edge of sleep wasn’t good enough. I wanted him in a full and restful slumber, and knew just what to listen for.

  I figured the military man would be a light sleeper, just like he’d suggested. When he began to loudly snore, I almost leapt for joy. Initially, the snoring was so loud and obnoxious that I thought he might have been faking. It was too easy; there was no fathomable way that he had fallen into such a deep sleep so quickly.

  As I quietly sat up in bed, edging towards the foot of it to glance at him, his snoring didn’t ease off. He looked at peace for the first time since I’d met him, and the worried creases at the corners of his eyes were replaced with smooth and flawless skin.

  Flawless, save for the one scar that trailed beside his eye. I couldn’t make out the faded injury in the dark of the room, but I had memorized every inch of his face.

  Moving as silently as I could, I slid to the middle of the right edge of the bed, still able to keep Owen in sight. It was still far enough that I was confident that the sound of my feet hitting the floor would be muffled. The carpet did most of the work for me, and I had never been more thankful for tacky flooring choices in my life.

  I resisted the desire to twist and turn in an excited dance, treading carefully to the door. Surprisingly, Owen had left it open, which made my job all the easier.

  Looking warily at him, I almost expected him to be seated upright and staring angrily in my direction. He only groaned in his sleep, during which I remained completely still. He smacked his lips, turning over on his side before he began to saw logs in earnest again.

  I exhaled a quiet, relieved sigh, keeping my feet light as I stepped through the door and crept through the apartment. The bathroom door was still ajar, and it was as if my prize had been presented on a silver platter.

  Inside the bathroom, I made quick work of quietly working the window open, leaving enough of a gap to squeeze through. I had to suck all my breath in as I pushed out of the window, hitting the ground with a rather loud thump.

  I winced at the sound, scrambling to my feet and peering through the window to see if he’d woken up. Thankfully, he hadn’t, and I could still faintly hear his snoring. God, how could he have expected me to sleep in the same room with all that racket? Shaking off the thought, I snuck away from the apartment building, towards the streets.

  Though I hadn’t noticed on the way in, the apartment complex seemed to be on a pretty busy strip. I could see neon signs glimmering in the night, marking all the party spots on the road. I didn’t exactly know what part of California we were in, but the streets seemed crowded in spite of how late it was.

  It was as if this city didn’t sleep. Well, neither did I.

  Walking confidently away from the complex, I joined a crowd and began to seek out the best place to celebrate my birthday. It might be kind of depressing celebrating alone, but being alone was better than being trapped in a prison with no escape. I allowed myself a cheer as I darted into the night.

  I was going to have a blast, and nothing would stop me!

  Chapter 16

  Owen

  The thing is, I had lied about being a light sleeper. Emily didn’t seem concerned with trying to call my bluff, and I waited until her breathing had reached an even tempo for some time before allowing myself to drift off.

  I didn’t expect to wake until early the next morning, at which point I would prepare a quick breakfast for the two of us before driving Emily to the FBI’s Los Angeles field office. I had gone to sleep with a faint sense of melancholy, regretting that I hadn’t been able to oblige her birthday wish.

  Finding myself being drawn from my peaceful rest, I blinked my eyes open. I wasn’t sure what woke me, as the sun was still absent from the sky and everything
seemed to be as I’d left it. I sat up for a moment, stretching my arms out over my head as I yawned. I glanced towards the bed where Emily was sleeping peacefully.

  Where she was supposed to be sleeping, anyway.

  The realization that she was not in bed was a startling one, and I felt as if the breath had been knocked clean out of my lungs.

  She had to be in the bathroom. That had to be it. It was the only rational conclusion.

  Making an attempt to calm myself down, I got to my feet all the same, intent upon giving the young woman a piece of my mind. If she’d needed to leave the room, she should have woken me up.

  I could only assume that the lack of her comforting presence had been what caused me to stir, but I wondered how long it had taken me to notice that something was off. It couldn’t have been that long, especially if she was still in the bathroom.

  Please, God, let her be in the bathroom.

  “Emily,” I called out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I strode out of the bedroom.

  The silence that answered me was a foreboding one, but I wouldn’t let myself start freaking out yet. That is, I didn’t plan to, until I saw the bathroom door wide open, and no one inside.

  Even more terrifying than her absence from the place I’d expected to find her was the window. It had been jimmied open, and the cool night air flowed freely into the safe house.

  “Emily!” I yelled, lurching towards the window and looking out.

  Had she been taken? It was unlikely, but the idea that she would sneak away from me was almost too ridiculous to comprehend—did she know what kind of danger she was in?

  I shouted out the window once more, jolting upright and banging my head against the window as someone in turn shouted for me to pipe down. I scowled, but didn’t bother biting out an answer.

  I had a captive to find, and Los Angeles was a big city. There was no telling where she had gone or what had happened to her. I had no idea how long she had even been gone. I had fallen asleep hours ago.