CHAPTER SIX
TIFFANY
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When I wake—if you can call tossing and turning with an ache between your legs as you dream about your new bodyguard lifting you onto the kitchen bench and tearing your panties off, sleeping—I wonder what time Jayden is showing up this morning.
He never said.
Then I start wondering what I should wear. What he’d think is sexy. But not too sexy...not obviously sexy.
I let out a groan.
I need a new vibrator.
Jesus, what if Jayden decides to check all my incoming mail? My face heats despite being alone as I imagine that level of embarrassment.
Then again, what if he did, and I licked my lips suggestively? Would he rip off his shirt, showing me his sublime six pack—a safe assumption—and offer to service my needs?
My fingers slide between my legs, and I shudder.
There’s no way I can go without relief with that big burly military hottie in my home and life every day!
After the way he caught me last night and held me so close, his breath merging with mine.
Did he realize that he pulled me closer, so that our bodies were almost touching?
Was he hard?
Was he wondering if my panties had moistened? Because they did. I’d almost burned my damn salmon after he left, as I stood staring at the doorway wishing he’d return and kiss me.
Yet he hadn’t.
I would have torn off my own dress to have that man palm my breasts and spread my legs.
With no sex toys in the house, it looked like we were doing things manually. I’ve never been good at pleasuring myself without a toy, but perhaps with Jayden Rogers in my mind, it might be a lot easier.
I start rubbing my clit and my back arches immediately in response. My nipples harden against my white cotton nightie, and I kick off the covers.
The memory of Jayden licking his lips and gazing at my mouth like he wanted to claim it last night returns.
Do it.
I let the fantasy take over, and his hand slides inside my denim shorts.
God, yes.
His fingers slipping inside as he grinds out, what a wet pussy you have, Ms. Stallone.
Oh fuck.
In one tug they’re gone, and he lifts me onto the bench, then his face disappears between my legs, lapping at my flesh.
“Lean back, and I want to hear you orgasm loudly,” Imaginary Jayden says.
I try to rub my clit faster, but it’s not enough. It’s not enough as I watch him undo his jeans, pull out his thick member and start stroking. His deep-thinking, broody eyes hold mine...
Beep, beep, beep.
Ugh.
Damn alarm clock!
I give up, remove my hand, stop the alarm, and head to the bathroom in a huff. Then proceed to purchase a replacement rabbit vibrator and get it couriered urgently once I’m done.
It’s going to be a hard, long day. My itch hasn’t been scratched, and I’m likely to be impatient and grumpy while pretending my sexy buff bodyguard has no impact on me.
I’m just finished my shower after doing yoga when I hear a knock at the door. I’d almost convinced myself he wasn’t as handsome as I remembered last night. Christ. I was so wrong.
When I open the door, Jayden lifts his sunglasses and smirks. He’s wearing jeans again and a tight black T-shirt and matching jacket with a BHS logo. If I were on a film set and told he was the hero of the movie, I’d have no trouble believing it.
Lord this man is hot.
His dark blond hair is a little ruffled, which makes me want to reach out and thread my fingers through it, but those dark brown eyes stop me.
He said he didn’t like being touched, but I don’t believe him.
“Morning,” he rasps, and I pray my new vibrator arrives today.
“Good morning.” I smile.
His eyes drift over my canary yellow shorts and matching top, which shows a hint of my tanned midriff. I’m not sure if he’s judging or in a state of shock.
“You sure you can walk in those?” he asks, frowning at my navy pumps.
They’re more comfortable than they look and give me a height advantage that I didn’t have yesterday. I’m five-five and Jayden is at least a foot taller, so he’s still towering over me.
“Yup, I could run a marathon in them.” I wink and then head back towards the kitchen.
“I see you’re a morning person.”
“Do you need coffee, or do you like being grouchy?”
“Would we call it grouchy?” I find him leaning against the door jamb with a hand tucked into his black jeans when I turn.
It should be illegal to be that hot.
“I wouldn’t start a motivational podcast, if that’s what you’re wondering.” I smirk at him.
“I wasn’t.” Jayden crosses his arms on the other side of the marble island in my kitchen. “Did you decide on the security system?”
Ugh, that.
I lift my smoothie and take a sip, avoiding the question. Growing up with cameras pointed at me all my childhood, I’m strongly opposed to having someone watch me.
“Leaning towards no. I’ll stick with you.”
“I’m not here twenty-four-seven, Tiffany. Please reconsider.”
“I’ll take the risk. It may have been a one-off.” I drain the glass, rinse it and place it in the dishwasher. “Shall we go? I have a meeting with my brand agency, and parking is terrible.”
“Don’t you have a driver?” he asks.
“No, I love driving.”
That’s not entirely true. LA traffic is crazy. But again, I like being independent. Often I let Sadie drive, which she loves because, hey, it’s a Maybach, but I have a feeling Jayden will have a different opinion.
He groans and uncrosses his arms. “Nope. Not happening. I will be driving from now on.”
“Fine. My car is—”
He rudely halts me with one of his hands and puts his phone to his ear.
“How soon can you be here?” he asks whoever answers. “I’ll need the SUV.”
My brows lift.
“Jayden, I have a vehicle.”
“Let me guess, yellow...no, pink, convertible?” Jayden pockets his phone.
It’s my turn to cross my arms. “No, actually, it’s a silver Maybach.”
“Of course it is.” He rolls his eyes as he turns away, but I saw it. “Well, from today on, you’ll be transported in a reinforced Cadillac Escalade.”
I know what that means. It’s armored with ballistic glass and run-flat tires.
“No one is going to shoot at me with a rifle or try to blow up my car. This is ridiculous.”
Jayden’s lips twitch, almost smiling. A twinkle flickers in his eyes, and it’s the sexiest thing ever. “You know your stuff.”
I flick my hair over my shoulders and strut past him. “You’d be surprised what I know.”
He doesn’t reply, and I know it’s because he’s checking out my ass.
The one I’m switching.
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“SADIE, MEET JAYDEN, my bodyguard for a few weeks,” I say when we meet her outside the doors of Blush Empire.
Their sleek Hollywood offices overlooking the Hills give boutique vibes, but they work for some of the biggest celebrities in the business. Along with setting the marketing strategy and liaising with the manufacturers, they are my account managers.
“Nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything.” Sadie gives me a wow look when Jayden tugs open the door.
I know girl, I know. He’s been dropping panties all morning with every step he takes.
“Thanks.” He gives her a short nod.
“Tiffany, how are you, darling?” Zane, the creative director from Blush, steps into the reception to greet us in a flurry of colors. His long red coat covers a pair of purple pants and a yellow shirt.
“Christ,” I hear Jayden mumble. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t smile.
“Sadie.” Zane kisses her cheeks after mine. “Come through...oh! Who is this hottie?”
“Jayden, my bodyguard.”
“Ignore me. I’ll do my thing,” Jayden says with a quiet authority that has my nipples hardening.
Zane gives me a smile that says he knows exactly how I feel.
Goddamn it.
I thought I was hiding it so well.