CHAPTER THREE
JAYDEN
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If Tiffany Stallone is naked, that’s completely fine with me. In fact, if I didn’t think it would get me fired, I’d encourage her to get comfortable and take it all off.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
I’ll be honest, I was expecting the beautiful woman to be wearing some designer outfit, looking glamorous. Instead, she’s in a pair of flip-flops, a raincoat, and a sunhat.
I’m confused.
Is this some kind of trend?
So when it fell open just now and almost exposed her pussy, I had to speak up. I’m a southern gentleman after all.
Lies.
Listen, if Tiffany wants to roam her house naked, she has my complete support. On screen she’s pretty, but in person she is drop dead fucking gorgeous.
What I’m concerned about is my dick.
Because if she isn’t wearing a scrap of clothing under that nasty raincoat, this is the beginning of one of my fourteen-year-old wet dreams.
And we’re in trouble.
Unless she gets me a cushion real fast.
Sadly, the heat in her cheeks doesn’t scream I want to suck your cock like my dream girl, so I figure I’m wrong.
Clearly, I’ve embarrassed her.
“What? No!” Tiffany cries.
“It’s fine if you are; I just wasn’t briefed.” I hold up a hand and wish I’d chosen the sofa where a range of excellent cushions seem to be smirking at me.
“No, truly,” Tiffany rips open her raincoat while I almost have a cross between an orgasm and a heart attack. “I was videoing.”
Fuck me.
Underneath she’s wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts which are distressed and showcase her tanned, toned legs. On top, a tight greenish-brown halter top hugs a set of porn-worthy tits.
My mouth goes dry as I fight to control my reaction. Both on my face and in my pants.
“Oh,” I grab my water and take a long draw. It’s all I can think of saying without getting myself into hot water with HR.
I figure we have an HR department or person.
One I’d rather not meet.
Here I was worried my PTSD could get me fired, but this hot little number might be the death of me.
“What happened was,” Tiffany begins, and honestly, I can barely pay attention while I rerun some football game from last weekend over and over in my head in an attempt to soften my cock. “I was about to run out the door because...I forgot to buy some...dog food.”
Dog? I wasn’t briefed on the dog.
I glance around.
Tiffany bites her bottom lip and clarifies. “For a promo.”
“For makeup?” I frown, confused as she nods.
Unfortunately for her, I’m trained to spot a lie. The little liar.
She thinks she’s getting away with it.
“Yes.” Instead of looking guilty, she gives me a blinding smile as she removes her sunhat and tosses both the coat and hat onto the floor.
I watch as she tucks a leg underneath her.
My brows dip, trying to work out what the hell I’m working with here. Is she playing games with me?
Then suddenly she gives herself away by glancing at the same cushions I’ve been trying to will onto my lap.
I almost smile.
She’s not as confident as she’s making out. Tiffany was covering her body with that raincoat.
Interesting.
It looks like she has some of her daddy’s acting abilities, but sadly it wasn’t an Oscar-worthy performance.
“Shall we get started? Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Jayden Rogers. I was a captain in the Air Force for ten years, and I’m now a member of the BHS team.”
“BHS?”
“Black Hawke Security.”
“Oh, of course.” Tiffany nods. “Well, I’m sure you now have all my background information and know who my father is. Which means I’m no stranger to having a bodyguard, so this should be a breeze.”
She wiggles her foot nervously. Suddenly I’m thinking about sucking her toes, and I don’t even have a foot fetish.
My gaze roams the rest of her body before I meet hers once more. “You see private security as temporary?”
“Yes. Sorry, but the police should catch the person soon, then I’ll make sure my home security is top-notch. Perhaps you can help with that?”
I nod.
She’s beautiful but delusional.
I’m certain this is more than just a diamond theft. They took very personal items, and while there could be multiple motives for doing so, my instincts are telling me these people are professionals.
I’m not a cop, to be fair.
But when I think about people being in her home, going through her panty drawer and then taking her sex toys...
Do not think about her using the dildo.
“Is it just you, or will I meet other members of the team?” Tiffany asks, and I sit straighter, as if that’s going to vanish all the sexual fantasies I just started having of pulling her denim shorts off and fucking her with a vibrator.
“Yes, but they’ll take shifts outside the house in the evening when I’m gone for the day.” I tell her. “If you want to meet them, you can, but it's unlikely you’ll engage with them. I’ll give you my mobile number should you need anything.”
“Okay.”
One thing we weren’t given access to yet was her itinerary for the next month or two. From what I understand, Tiffany recruited BHS services a few days after last week’s robbery, and there has been no induction meeting beyond a form she’s filled out.
So, I need to start at the top.
And I don’t want any surprises which could trigger me.
Keeping this job equals paying the mortgage.
Pretty simple.
“We don’t have a copy of your calendar so we can review and prepare for any meetings and events.”
Tiffany nods and glances away. I can tell immediately she’s uncomfortable with the conversation, and I need to know why. Understanding what she is thinking and feeling about the break-in and how we protect her will help me do my job.
“Is there a problem?”
“No,” her eyes barely meet mine. “I don’t want to make a big deal about this. I made the mistake of overexposing my diamonds on social media—it’s part of a lead into my upcoming launch—and someone stole them. That’s all.”
Wrong.
Her security isn’t top of the line, which is surprising given how protective her father is. Or so Liam tells me. The system is still better than something Ma and Pa Average would buy at a hardware store, and that means whoever broke in knew what they were doing.
Who knows, though, with the internet, anyone can be an expert in a week.
But that doesn’t take into account the safe.
Not everyone can break into a safe.
Unless Tiffany left it unlocked. She wouldn’t be the first person to do so.
I haven’t had enough time to read everything, but right now my focus is on making sure Ms. Stallone is aligned and understands this was more than just a simple burglary, and her schedule needs to be shared and sound checked.
“Ms. Stallone. Tiffany.” I lean forward on my knees. “Can I be frank?”
She nods.
“This individual, or group, bypassed your security, got into your safe and wiped your cameras. And...” Given the obvious chemistry flowing between us I’m reluctant to bring this up, but it’s my job. “They took personal items.”
“I know, but they have the diamonds. They got what they wanted. The rest...” She untucks her leg and climbs to her feet while blushing. “It’s obviously creepy, but it happens. What’s important is that I meet my obligations and don’t let this interfere with them.”
I stand also—damn southern manners—and wonder if she’s concerned about her personal safety. All I’m hearing is that she cares about her business dealings.
I get it; she’s rich.
Who cares if she loses some diamonds?
While I’m trying to find a fucking job that I can do without triggering my PTSD and losing my home.
Jesus.
My father would be so ashamed of me. He never served; he wouldn’t get it.
Over the Fourth of July, he was thrilled that Jessie and Liam got engaged, saying he always knew the boy loved my little girl. I’m not mad, but I’m on the precipice of potentially fucking up.
I want him to look at me with the same pride he did my sister and best friend.
“What if they wanted to hurt you?”
“They didn’t. They don’t.” Tiffany blinks.
“You know this how?”
“Are you trying to scare me?” Her cheeks heat, and I see a little fire behind those eyes.
“I’m trying to understand your state of mind so I can do my job.”
“You want me to be scared. To change my plans and make your job easier.”
Yes.
“No.”
The police report had noted Tiffany Stallone seemed ruffled but not distraught at losing her valuable jewels. There was a question around insurance fraud, but not something they were actively pursuing.
I thought that was unlikely given her family's wealth, but I guess it happens.
Again, I’m not a cop.
Still, Tiffany didn’t seem like a criminal to me. And I couldn’t see why she’d fake the panties and sex toys going missing, drawing attention to those things and her brand. Clearly, she cares about her business.
I’ve been in her company for all of thirty minutes, and I can tell she’s a little shy. Telling cops that her rabbit dildo and clit suction device were stolen had to have been humiliating.
“Something more sinister could be at play. Our team is prepared for all eventualities.” I glance around the room. “Do you mind showing me around the house so I can get familiar?”
Sitting here talking and staring at her breasts is not helping.
Learning the weak points of the property will help me to tighten the security and advise the boys for the after dark patrol.
Tiffany tucks her hands into the back of her denim shorts, and I realize we’re standing closer than before. Her head tilts up to mine.
Fuck, she’s cute.
I wonder if a woman like her loves to be kissed hard or slow.
I wonder if she’s aware that she’s attracted to me.
I wonder if she’s noticed my cock thicken during our conversation.
“Sure. Let me tidy up first. I’ve been working all afternoon, and my assistant just left.” Tiffany glances around the room, then back at me. “Feel free to wander around the ground floor. I’ll be down in about ten minutes.”
“I’m not a realtor; you don’t need to make the house presentable.” I cross my arms.
She picks up the hat and raincoat, giving me an even better view of her breasts. Maybe catching my breath is a good idea.