Chapter 10 Sebastian
I shot daggers at Marfil’s back as she walked away and slammed her bedroom door. I hadn’t been able to resist the temptation to show her exactly who she was dealing with. The girl had no idea.
Calling Cortés had been necessary. I didn’t plan to keep giving in to her tantrums that could cost me not only my job but also her life.
On second thought, it was a relief when she locked herself in her bedroom.
I wouldn’t have been able to continue that absurd discussion with her standing there half naked, her nipples showing through the thin fabric of that ridiculous outfit.
Pressing her against my body had also been a mistake; the warmth of her skin and the smell of her hair had caused me to have an erection that would’ve been difficult to hide had I not been wearing jeans.
Seeing her that afternoon, dancing and interacting with those little girls, had allowed me to see a new side to her personality, very different to what she normally showed me.
Marfil Cortés could test the patience of even a saint—she’d certainly tested mine—but with those girls, she’d been all patience and sweetness, calm and discipline.
Discipline was my middle name, something I couldn’t live without, something I demanded in my daily life.
Having spent the better part of my formative years serving in the US military had given me a lot of practice in self-control, although I also had to admit that since I’d been working as Marfil’s bodyguard, my self-control had gone out the window several times.
The more time I spent with her, the more I realized there was something about her, apart from her beauty, that managed to send me off the rails.
My phone pinged, alerting me to a text message.
Identity of bedroom attacker confirmed. They didn’t even bother to try to hide it. This is the closest they have been to her. Don’t let it happen again. If she goes down, we do, too.
The last thing I wanted was to lose my job.