HER BODYGUARD

When Victor saw Asher leave he saw his opportunity. The last time they had a chance to grab her, that bodyguard had shown up and ruined it for them. The man seemed to always be with her so this was an opportunity he couldn’t miss.

He wasn’t going to wait for Jane. That would just take precious time. Who knew when Mr bodyguard was going to be back. He was sure that he could handle Kimberly alone, she was just a lady who didn’t know anything about protecting herself. So immediately he saw Asher leave, he got out and went straight for Kimberly’s apartment.

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Kimberly had made herself a tuna salad for dinner, but she’d finally put most of the salad into the refrigerator. If it were those days at College, she would have called one of her girlfriends and gone out to dinner and maybe a movie since Phoebe couldn’t come over because she had to work.

But she also couldn’t go out because Asher had made her promise that she wasn’t going to. Even if it was with friends.

So she was stuck at home.

To fill the time, she decided to do a little work. Phoebe had called to ask her how the night was going, and she’d said she was almost ready to turn it in. Now she had to make that claim a reality.

But she found it difficult to concentrate now. Just like the previous night

She didn’t really like the idea of being alone in the house, she was scared even, but she didn’t want to stop Asher from doing what he had to do, so she told him that she was fine for the night. It was just one night. No big deal.

Only now it was worse. Because even as she worried about being alone, she worried about what being with Asher did to her. She had feelings for him now. She couldn’t deny that… And maybe she could deny that to other people but not to herself.

She felt a bump under her pillow and lifted her head, it was her vibrator. Obviously she had forgotten to return it to her drawer the previous night. After that kiss with Asher she had found it very difficult to sleep and so she had tried to find some form of release.

She took it and put it back in her drawer.

Holding it had made her previous arousal return. Only now there was nothing she could do about it. Because when she lay down on the bed, she couldn’t banish the picture in her mind of Asher Adams. He was too handsome.

Too vital. Too complicated. Too interesting to her.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have as much actual dating experience as most women her age. First she’d been focused on getting her degree at school. Then she just couldn’t find a man she was completely crazy about.

She’d sensed that Asher was relieved that she wasn’t pregnant. And it seemed like his relief had something to do with her not being the mother of his child. So she had given him that ‘know your place’ and ‘ I’m fine’ speech.

But perhaps she’d gone about it the wrong way-by babbling on about how she didn’t care. Because she cared.. So much that it hurt.

She was looking for a reason to hate him-when she knew what she was really doing was trying to convince her body that thinking about him wasn’t making her hot and tingly… That she wasn’t falling for him.

She might be composing a ‘i will get over this’ talk in her head, but her nipples were hard, and the hot, swollen feeling between her legs was certainly annoying. She moved restlessly on the bed, glanced toward the drawer with the vibrator, then looked quickly away.

What she needed was some nice, calming deep breathing exercises.

Eyes closed, she made herself comfortable on the mattress, then took in a breath and held it for several seconds before slowly letting the air trickle from her lungs.

It had the quieting effect on her senses that she’d hoped for. And she did it again, focusing on the in and out passage of air from her body.

But just as she was about to suck in another breath, a noise outside made her go rigid.

It sounded like someone had knocked over a flowerpot on the patio. As she listened intently, her gaze shot to the clock on the bedside table. It was almost midnight.

Should she call the police? And say what-that she had a feeling someone was going to kidnap her again?

She could just imagine how that would go over. It wasn’t difficult to picture the cops having a good time laughing in her face.

One officer in particular. The one who had once pulled her over for speeding.

Apparently the traffic patrol lay in wait for speeders along Route 50. But nobody had bothered to tell her-until she’d heard a siren and seen the flashing red-and-blue lights in her rearview mirror.

The trooper who had pulled her over had been excruciatingly polite-which hadn’t done anything to convince her that he wasn’t having a perfectly wonderful time looking at her breasts as he explained her infraction.

No, she wasn’t going to call the police and chance having that same guy show up at her door. She found him creepy.

So she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing again. She was just starting to relax when another sound made her body jerk off the mattress.

This time it wasn’t a flowerpot. This time she heard the knob on the French doors to the patio slowly twisting.

Kimberly’s heart leaped into her throat as she sat up in bed and reached for the phone. She dailed Asher’s number and her hands were shaking so much that she almost dropped the phone.

“Asher, thank God,” she blurted when he finally picked up the phone.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Kim, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“There’s someone outside on my patio.” she whispered.

“Where are you?” he asked, his voice sounding so caring and protective, or maybe it sounded that way because that was what she wanted to hear.

“In the bedroom.” she replied.

“Lock the door. And call the police. I’ll be right there. I’m not so far away” he clipped out the words, then hung up.