I leaned into him and tilted my head back so I could kiss him. “I know, which is why I’ve decided to do this your way. If it makes you happy to get me a bodyguard, then do it.” I turned around to face him. “But only until they catch Sadie. After that, I take care of myself.”
A satisfied smile spread across his face. “Deal. Now what do you say we start this day off right? It’s the least you can do for missing my game.” He pushed his arousal into my body and I moaned.
“I can’t,” I answered regretfully. “I’m already running late. But I promise to make it up to you tonight.”
He sucked on my lip, knowing it drove me insane. “Looking forward to it already.”
We finished washing up and I hurried out so I could get dressed for work. It was Sunday, and technically after hours, so I put on a pair of jeans and a nice top. When I walked out of my room, Jaxon was sitting at the bar, drinking a cup of coffee with the Sunday paper in hand. He looked just like a normal guy, not the NFL’s star kicker everyone knew him to be. I loved that I knew a side of him that no one else did.
“I poured you a cup,” Jaxon said, his gaze still on the paper.
It was right beside him, so I sat down and took a sip. It was exactly the way I liked it: one teaspoon of sugar and a splash of cream. “You really are making it hard on me today, aren’t you?” I laughed.
He shrugged, but I could see the mischievous smile on his face. “Is it working?”
I kissed his cheek. “Kind of, but it still doesn’t change things. If I get done early enough, I’ll head straight to the game.”
I gulped down the last of my coffee and reached for my purse that hung on the back of his chair. He got up and pulled me into his arms. “Just be careful today. I’m meeting one of Jason’s men later this morning in the lobby downstairs. I talked to him while you were getting dressed. His name is Corbin. I’ll send him over to M&M once we’re done.”
Even though I hated the idea of having a bodyguard, I nodded. “Sounds good. Just give me a call so I can be on the lookout for him.”
“Will do.”
“Good luck at the game. I’m going to try my best to get there. All I have are two consultations, and then I’m going to walk through Jennifer’s house so I can finally get started on her account. Maybe I’ll see if she’ll come to the game with me.”
He leaned down and kissed me. “Try hard. Maybe you could persuade your friend to ditch the walk-through and just come to the game.”
I smacked his arm. “Not going to happen. But we should get together with her and her fiancé. I haven’t met him yet, but I think we’d have a good time.”
“Sounds good, love. Now go so you can get done quicker.”
I rushed out the door and down to the elevators. I was determined to finish work quickly and not miss Jaxon’s game.
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“Thank you, Mrs. Harris, for coming to see me. I look forward to working with you.”
Mrs. Harris shook my hand and smiled. She was my second consultation for the day and I’d just secured another account, and this one was huge. Shayleen Harris was a fashion designer who had boutiques all around the world. The black pantsuit she wore fit perfectly over her curves, making her look way younger than the mid-fifties I knew her to be. Out of all the people in the world, she wanted my input on how she should showcase her work. I’d never done anything with clothes before, but I was bursting with ideas.
“It was my pleasure, Ms. Thomas. I’ll see you next week.”
I walked her to the elevator. “Yes, you will.” As soon as the doors shut, I jumped up and down, squealing like a kid at Christmas. It felt good to know that my work was being discovered. Never in a million years would I have imagined I’d be working with someone like Shayleen Harris.
My phone started to ring, so I ran back to my office. “Hello,” I answered, sounding breathless.
“Is there a reason you’re out of breath?” Jaxon asked.
I burst out laughing. “Yeah, I just had sex on my desk,” I joked sarcastically.
“Better not have. I’d hate to have to kill someone.”
I rolled my eyes. “Actually, I was at the elevator and had to run to catch the phone. You won’t believe who I’ll be working with next week.”
“Who?”
“Shayleen Harris. She’s one of the top fashion designers in the world.”
“That’s great, love. I’m so happy for you.”
The time caught my attention and I gasped. “Shouldn’t you be getting to the game? It’s getting late.”
He sighed. “I know, but I wanted to tell you that Corbin was on his way to your office. He’s tall, with a shaved head and goatee. You can’t miss him.”
“Got it. I’m waiting on Jennifer to call me and when she does, I’ll meet her at her house and go from there.”
“Sounds good, love. Talk to ya later.”
We hung up and my phone rang almost instantly. “Hey, I was just talking about you.”
“Here I am,” Jennifer replied. “Are you ready to see my house?”
“Yep, all I need is an address.” She gave it to me and I wrote it down on my notepad. “Thank you. Oh, and I won’t be coming alone.”
“You won’t?”
“No. Jaxon hired me a bodyguard and he’s on his way here now.”
“A bodyguard?” She laughed. “What for?”
Sighing, I sat back in my chair. “It’s a long story and I’m sorry I haven’t had the chance to tell you, but Jaxon has a crazy-ass stalker trying to break us up. The bad thing is that this girl is seriously messed up. They think she might have killed a baseball player and his wife last year.”
“Wow, that’s some scary stuff right there.”
“Exactly. This is why I agreed to let Jaxon hire me a bodyguard until they find the girl.” The elevator door dinged and it had to be Corbin. “Jennifer, I think he’s here. We’ll be on our way in about five minutes.”
“All right, I’ll be waiting for you. Just come on in when you get here. I’ll be going through the house.”
We hung up, and I walked out of my office to see a behemoth of a man standing at the front desk wearing a tight black shirt and snug jeans. “Corbin?” I asked, walking up to him.
Nodding, he held out his hand; no trace of a smile on that hard face of his. “Corbin Jennings, but most people call me Bin.”