I was with the Dallas police department in investigations for five years before joining their SWAT team. After a drug raid one night, when I took a bullet to my knee, I was permanently off the force. I was able to get back about seventy-five percent of the use of my leg, but it wasn’t enough to let me back on the team. So I started a security firm with some friends, and it’s been doing great. The guys on the force send a lot of business my way, and we take on private cases when we can.
After I talked with Elle on the phone, I let her know I would personally handle the case and make sure that Zoey got the full treatment. She’d get live-in bodyguard protection until we caught the stalker. I wouldn’t leave her side until there was closure on the situation. It wasn’t enough to make sure it went away. I needed to make sure it never happened again. For some reason, just looking at her picture made me feel protective of her. The thought of anything happening to her made my blood run cold.
Luckily, I don’t have anything keeping me from staying with Zoey for as long as it takes. I’ve always been kind of a loner. My dad skipped out on my mom and me when I was little, and my mom died two years ago from a heart attack. She drank like a fish and smoked like a chimney, but it was fast when she passed, thankfully. The only family I have now is my boy Pink, but he comes from a big German family that’s always making him eat, and I try not to get up in his business. I know he just wants me to join in on their fun, but having never really had much of a family, I always feel awkward and don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around them. It’s better he just goes and does his family thing and we hang out after.
Getting into Zoey’s apartment was a fucking joke. The doorman was asleep at the counter when I went by, only slightly stirring when the ding of the elevator went off. Getting into her apartment and bypassing the security was just as easy. The system isn’t a bad one, but putting four zeros as your passcode isn’t smart. For all this talk about this chick being a genius, she didn’t seem to think that through.
“Cupcake? What does that mean?”
She doesn’t flinch at my words. Instead, she tries to get closer to me. This chick looks way too innocent to be trying to pull one over on me. What’s her motive, I wonder, narrowing my eyes at her.
“It means I’m here as your hired bodyguard, which also means I’m staying here. My name is Drake Hart, and I’m in charge of your security.” I make my words firm, brooking no argument. Her sister said it might be hard to get Zoey to agree to the security, and normally I wouldn't take a case like that. I don’t want to be chasing after someone who doesn't want our services, but with her, I’ve found myself making an exception. The need to make sure she is safe is riding me hard. I can’t let someone hurt her It is clear she needs someone to watch over her and I am going to make sure that person is me. “Want to show me to your spare bedroom?”
“Aren’t you going to sleep with me?” she says, tilting her head to the side, still looking up at me.
My cock got hard the second she walked in the door, but I swear to God, I just popped a button on my jeans. The damn thing is going to bust through any second if she keeps talking to me like this. Fuck, to be in her bed with her…I wonder if her sheets smell as good as she does.
Looking into her eyes, I see no seduction or hidden agenda. She genuinely thinks that I’m supposed to sleep with her. “And why would I do that?” I nearly choke out before taking a deep breath, trying to pull myself back.
“If you’re here to protect me, day and night, the closest place to do that is by my side. You could show me your scars then.”
She looks down my cheek and over my body unapologetically, and I’m once again stunned by her bold talk. What the fuck? How has this curvy goddess not got a ring on her finger? Following her forward lead, I go for it.
“Why aren’t you married?”
“I’ve never found anyone I wanted to test intercourse with.” Her words are simple and to the point. Almost like I should just know this.
Someone could come in and knock me over with a feather right now. Is this girl telling me she’s untouched? Jesus Christ.
“You always this forward?” I ask to see what she says. Seems she likes the truth. No beating around things.
“I guess so. Most people hate it. I say what I think. I think my mind works a bit different than most. I guess I’m sorry if I offended you. But I don’t see how. I was just answering your questions.”
I feel myself smile a little, and I let out a breath. “No. I like it. Cuts through the bullshit.”