4. Milly
It’s Branch that comes to my rescue because as soon as I hear Mark asking to speak with me, I break out into a cold sweat and freeze in place. And then it”s almost like he can read my panic because he spins me around and gently shoves me towards the bathroom.
He closes the door behind me and walks towards the knocking, but I crack it open to see what he”s up to. I watch as he whips a sheet off the bed and ties it around his waist before opening the door for Mark.
”Hello, Mark, what can we do for you today?” he asks as Mark stands there staring at the half-naked man in front of him.
”Oh, yes, just checking in to see how Ms. Taylor has been finding her lodgings,” he says, his eyes drifting anywhere but on Mark leaning casually against the doorframe in front of him.
”As you can see,” Branch says with a smile. ”She”s already being treated to some first-class service, if you catch my drift?”
”Ah! Yes, yes, I do see. I”ll leave you to it, then. But would you please have her stop by the office tomorrow?”
”I will let her know.”
”Good, good. Thank you and goodnight,” says Marks just before making a hasty retreat.
Branch closes the door and breathes a sigh of relief as he looks over and catches me peeking through the crack in the door. He pulls the bedsheet around him a little tighter, and I see a blush creep into his cheeks.
”Thank you,” I say, drumming my fingers on the door. ”Um, sorry to have basically kidnapped you.”
He chuckles lowly, the blush deepening as he considers me before opening the front door. A warm breath of air washes in from outside and smells like wet flowers. I close my eyes while I inhale the sweet scent, and when I open them again, he stares at me with a brown gaze that is as deep and sparkling as wet earth.
”It”s okay, hasn”t been the first time,” he tells me. ”I”ll see you later, Milly, if you need anything and I mean anything, I”m just down the path in the blue cabin.”
”Okay,” I whisper, and he gives me one last smile before turning to leave, but just as he surprised me earlier, someone else stands in his way, and he bumps into the chest of the security guard I met on the plane.
A hungry tightening builds between my legs when I see the two of them standing chest to chest, and I can”t help the small gasp that escapes my mouth. But even though half my mind is wondering what the security guard would look like sprawled naked across my bed, the other more practical half is scared shitless that he”s on to the fake heiress I”m pulling off and here to take me away.
”Archer!” Branch cries, embracing the guard as if they”ve known each other their whole lives. The security guard, Archer, immediately notices me watching them and returns the Branch”s gesture stiffly.
”You”re in the wrong house, Branch,” he says in a gruff, rather annoyed voice, but Branch waves him off.
”Feels like the right one to me,” he says, loosening the bed sheet. Archer rolls his eyes and breathes deeply before looking at Branch in surprise. Branch arches an eyebrow at him as he rewinds the sheet around his waist.
”I came to check on our newest resident,” says Archer in a slow and controlled voice, and I give a little squeak when he turns his amber eyes towards me. I have to swallow a few times before replying to him, the two sides of my mind warring each other. He”s devastatingly attractive, and the way his muscles bulge beneath his black guard outfit only adds to his delicious intimidation factor. He looks like someone who would absolutely dominate in the bedroom.
”Everything is fine,” I say from the crack in the bathroom door, opening it just a little so he can hear me better. Or maybe I do it because I know they might get a small glimpse of the black lace clinging to my body. There”s something magnetic about both of them, and it”s not just Branch”s mostly naked body on full display again. Whatever it is, it”s throwing all kinds of dirty thoughts into my mind. So much so that it”s making it hard to concentrate on the problem at hand. I need to keep my cover and I have to focus!
”She needs to get in the shower before the hot water runs out,” Branch says, pulling at the sheet again. I”d normally wonder why he was having so much trouble with it, but even from here, it”s easy to see his massive boner straining against the fabric.
Archer seems to notice as well, and he licks his lips before glancing back over at me.
”Well, if you need anything, Ms. Taylor, you can find me at the main office,” he rumbles.
”And I”m just down the path if you need anything, and I mean anything at all,” Branch interjects as Archer grumbles at him.
”Or just let me know since I”m the actual security guard of this rock,” he says.
I gulp before replying. ”I will definitely let one of you know, thank you.”
This seems to satisfy Archer as he gives me a nod, and after several seconds of a deep staring contest between us, he turns and leaves quickly, slamming the door shut behind him.
Half-naked Branch stands there a moment, looking at the closed door before turning to me and smiling a knowing smile that gives mischievous vibes.
”You”re always welcome to let us both know, if that”s what you”re into,” he says, and I”m too flustered to give a verbal response, so I give him a cheesy thumbs-up as he comes closer to me. We”re standing in front of each other, even if the bathroom door is partly wedged between us.
The steam from the shower behind me begins to pool out by my feet and is rising in wisps up his calves and between his legs. I bet it”s licking up and down his inner thighs and caressing what can only be the soft, velvety skin around his large, erect cock. I can”t pretend not to notice it popping up in front of me; in fact, it feels like my body is acting on its own behalf entirely, and the tightening between my legs becomes worse.
But I take a deep breath and step back. Pulling from the magnetic rush between us is almost painful, but I do it, and then, detached once again, I look back into his brown eyes.