Guarding His Obsession(15)

When he just keeps staring at me, I start to feel my heart sink. Maybe that was a little too far for him. Elle would tell me I’m moving too fast, like I do with most things. I never understand why people drag their feet with things. If you want something, you have to snatch it up or work towards getting it. I lack finesse, I’m often told, but I go after what I want.

“Zoey,” he finally says, his voice soft, nearly a whisper. His body goes lax underneath me, but a pounding cuts off his words, and he pulls me from his lap and gets to his feet.

“Don’t move.” He shoots me a hard look, one I’m sure that works on a lot of people, but I’ve seen how fast I can get those eyes to change from hard to soft. They don’t work on me like I’m sure he hoped they would. He pulls a gun out from his nightstand, and my eyes bulge in shock as he leaves the room.

I debate staying put, but it isn’t much of an argument. I get off the bed quickly and peek out the door. Hearing voices, I slowly make my way down the hall to see Elle standing in the entryway, Pink right behind her with his hands resting on her hips like he’s trying to keep her in place.

“Zoey!” She breaks free of Pink and runs towards me, wrapping me in her arms. “God, I'm so glad you agreed to do this. I saw the video. What if you’d been there? What if…”

Her words break off in a sob, and I squeeze her tighter.

“I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I'm with Drake. He’ll keep me safe.” She keeps crying, and I just whisper reassuring words to her until she finally pulls back, looking down at me, her eyes all red rimmed.

“Don’t cry. You know that messes with me inside,” I tell her before poking her, making her smile then sniffle.

“I’m staying here with you.” She wipes her eyes before tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear.

“No,” I hear Pink say as I look up to see him now standing right behind her, super close. I’d lost sight of both him and Drake when Elle crushed me in a hug. She might be thin, but she’s tall, and still Pink towers over her. He might even have an inch on Drake, but where Pink is tall and lean, Drake is broad and solid.

I hold my breath, biting the inside of my cheek, wondering what’s going to happen. People don’t tell Elle no. Well, they can try, but it never works.

“Excuse me.” She turns but bumps directly into him. I go to step back but find Drake there, and he pulls me into him, stepping back from both Elle and Pink.

“Don’t even try it, Prinzessin. I got six sisters.” He looks down at her with a smirk on his face, but his face softens and his hand comes out like he’s trying to brush one of the tears from her eyes.

She bats his hand away, and the smirk just comes back to his face again.

“I’ll do as I please,” she replies tartly in the tone she uses when she’s in her business, no-nonsense mode. The tears have disappeared, and her voice is clear as a bell.

“That so?” He takes a small step towards her, closing in any space between them. I can’t seem to look away. It’s like when you’re playing a video game and only one man is still standing and the kill is at one percent. Only I’m not sure who is who in this situation.

“What’s with you always being in my space? Just because you’re guarding me doesn’t mean you need to be up my ass.”

“Can’t blame me for wanting to get in there, Prinzessin.”

Elle pulls back her arm, and I close my eyes, not wanting to see the smack land. When the sound doesn’t come, I crack one eye open to see Pink is kissing her. Not a soft kiss, but a full-on one I’m not sure I should be watching. The hand she had raised to him is now caught in his.

As if she realizes what she’s doing, she pushes at his chest, and he easily steps back.

“I can’t believe you!” She turns to look at me, her mouth all red. My hand goes to my mouth, and I wonder if I look like that, too. The thought makes that tingling feeling come back. Then her eyes go to Drake.

“These are the kind of people you hire at your security firm?” She half-yells at Drake, and I can tell she’s flustered and unsure about what to do. It’s a look I’ve never seen on her face before. Pink just stands behind her and shrugs like he’s not worried about the hell Elle is about to release.

He clearly doesn’t know about the time she and I went to Ben and Jerry’s and they ran out of coffee ice cream. She got free ice cream twice a day for a month after that scene.

“Don’t talk to my fiancé like that,” I snap back at her, not liking that she thinks he’s not doing his job right. I’m not sure what his job entails entirely, but he’s been guarding me just fine. More than fine.