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  “Ma’am, I’d like to see where you sit, your surroundings and such so that I may commit it to memory.” He’s so serious. His eyes scan the halls, take in each name on the doors. Overall he looks pretty scary. Then again, Chase would only hire someone who was well trained with the proper credentials. Probably makes double my salary, too.

  As I lead the way to my office I decide to test him. “So, what’s my middle name?”

  “Grace,” he answers.

  “And the middle names of my best friends?” I toy with him.

  “Bree Elizabeth, Kathleen Michelle, and Ms. De La Torre doesn’t have one,” he rattles off without spending a moment to think about it.

  “Damn, you’re good,” I say, shocked. The guy has done his homework.

  “Thank you, Ma’am,” he says shyly, a bit of pink dotting his cheeks. A Rambo look-a-like that blushes. This is my life.

  “So one more thing.” He nods as we continue walking toward my office. “Would you take a bullet for me?” I ask.

  “Yes. No questions asked,” he says flatly.

  “Seriously? Why?” I’m flabbergasted by his answer.

  “My job is to protect you and if that means taking a bullet, I will. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.” We reach the door to my office.

  I’m genuinely surprised by his admission. I wonder who he took a bullet for. Was it during his time as a soldier? Was it while serving as a bodyguard for someone else? Where did he get shot? A million questions run through my mind as I open the door and stop dead in my tracks. Two dozen red roses sit dead center in the middle of my desk like a homing beacon to Hell. Austin senses my unease and pulls me behind him, his right hand going to the gun holster at his hip. I had no idea the man was even carrying a weapon. He looks around the room.

  “Those shouldn’t be here.” I point to the roses. He nods and pulls his phone out and presses one button and brings it to his ear.

  “Mr. Porter, we have a problem,” he says. “She received more flowers, this time at work.” His lips are drawn tight and he pulls at the card. He opens it without asking. I could complain but I’m too scared and choose to let him handle it and stand utterly silent. “She’s right here. I’d rather not read this in her presence,” he says into the phone. I pull the card from his fingers lightning fast. He scowls.

  “It was addressed to me; I have every right to know what it says, Austin,” I snap at him. He has the good manners to look apologetic.

  Gillian,

  You can’t hide from me. I know where you work. I know where you live. If I don’t have you soon, I’ll make sure no one does.

  You’re mine…Bitch!

  I fall into my office chair and put my face into my hands. Austin reads the card to Jack over the phone.

  “I understand. I’ll bring her to him now.” He hangs up the phone. “We have to leave, now.” Jack will handle the situation but Mr. Davis wants to see you at Davis Industries now.”

  I nod, feeling completely numb. “Do you want to grab anything, Ms. Callahan? You won’t be coming back to work for a while.” I close my eyes and take a calming breath. I gather up my laptop and grab the ten donor prospects files I was working on and a few project briefs. Everything else I can have messengered later. I’m sure Chase will call Mr. Hawthorne and explain the situation and my need to work remotely for the time being.

  Austin ushers me quickly to the car and settles me in. The ride to Chase’s office goes by in a blur. It’s as if I’m stuck in a walking coma. Before I can grasp where I am the elevator dings and Austin leads me down the hallway to Chase’s office. I walk alongside him blindly, not saying anything. His hand is firm on my bicep as he leads me to an office I’ve been to a million times already. Not like I need to be escorted, but if I’m being honest, the hand holding onto me keeps me up and moving forward. I just need to see Chase. My rock. I see Dana jump up from her desk and run to the door and open it for us.

  “She’s here, Chase,” she says as I’m guided through the doorway.

  “Thank you, Dana, Mr. Campbell. That will be all,” he says as he walks over to me. I saw him this morning but he’s never looked so good. My face crumbles the closer he gets and I lose it. The door behind me clicks and I flinch. His arms are around me, holding me, instilling light, warmth and the much needed safe feeling I have only in this man’s embrace. “Oh, Baby, you’re okay. I’m here.” I cry into his chest, the situation finally taking its toll. Someone wants to hurt me. Again.

  “I don’t know what to do?” I sniff and he hands me his handkerchief. “I have no idea who this guy is or why he wants to hurt me.” The tears stream down my face and Chase wipes them with both thumbs on each side of my cheek.

  “You didn’t do anything, Baby. Don’t worry, my people will handle this. You just need to lay low for a while. In the meantime, you can work in an empty office here with Mr. Campbell and Jack on point to ensure you’re safe.” I nod into his chest and hug him tightly. I scrape my nails along his sides and he reacts to my touch, his cock hardening. Something in me snaps.

  I want control. I need control of something. I tip my head up and cover his lips with mine, kissing him deeply. I start to walk backwards towards the long couches as the kiss becomes heated. Once I feel the soft leather bump against my calf I turn around and push him into a seated position. He falls into a heap, a concerned but still sexy grin plastered across his face. I shimmy his knees apart with my hands and kneel between his spread legs. Even as his eyes assess my mood, he lets me take the lead, instinctively knowing what I need without me having to ask for it.

  “Sexy, what are you doing?” He grins. He usually only uses that particular pet name for me when we’re being intimate.

  “I’m taking what’s mine,” I say and pull his belt open, unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. I rub my palm against the large cotton covered bulge and watch him close his eyes and tip his head back, groaning.

  “What do you want?” he asks coyly, knowing exactly what I’m going to do. He’s playing along and I love him for it.

  I slip my hands to the sides of his slacks and pull them down his hips, dragging his boxer briefs up and over his straining erection. Once I have his pants down to his ankles I admire his cock. It’s large, long, and thick enough to fill me to the brim. But not now. I have other things in mind. A pearl of liquid builds at the pretty pink crown of his cock and I lean forward, my hands on his hips. I inhale his musky male scent and my mouth salivates. His eyes watch me as I flick just the tip of my tongue out and capture that bead of his essence, then lick my lips on a moan.

  “Jesus, all I can think about is stuffing my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.” His words are strained and laced with sex. They rocket my desire to a boiling point.

  I bring my head down and lap the entire length of his cock enjoying the answering moan I receive for my efforts. I nibble and drag my lips across every speck of his manhood leaving no space untouched, un-licked by my tongue. His hips move toward my face but he doesn’t pull my head down. His hands lightly entangle in my hair and caress my scalp lovingly. It’s not what I want or what I need right now.

  I pull his cock into my mouth as far as it will go in this position and hollow my cheeks as I suck him hard on the way back up. His ass almost comes off the chair to keep my lips from leaving his shaft.

  “Fuck, Gillian,” he says.

  “I don’t want nice, Chase. I want you to fuck my mouth, hard. I need it.” I don’t recognize my own voice. He doesn’t need to be told twice. When I bring my lips around his cock, his hand comes around the base of my neck and he pulls me against his body, his cock sliding all the way down my throat and back again. I swirl my tongue around the tip and groan as he rocks up into my throat repeatedly, just barely allowing me the time to breathe before my throat is filled with his cock again.

  Before I can finish him off he pulls my head back, fingers tightly pulling my hair at the root, keeping my wet lips just off the tip of his cock. He yan
ks my hair and kisses me hard, devouring my mouth. “Need to fuck you,” he says. “Mark you as mine.” I nod, fully understanding his need. We both have ridiculous possessive habits and this stalker issue is bringing them to the surface ten-fold.

  He stands and pulls me up. Then he leans me over the arm of the couch roughly pushing up my skirt. I hear only his heavy breathing and the shredding of lace as he rips the sides of my panties off. Two fingers plunge deeply inside my soaked sex from behind. I scream in pleasure. He pushes his fingers deep as I push back against those searching digits. He fucks me with his fingers a few times, prepping me, and then they’re gone. I mewl in protest just as the wide knobbed head of his cock notches at my entrance and impales me in one hard thrust. His fingers grip my waist as he presses hard, the angle allowing maximum depth. “You. Are. Mine. I. Am. Yours,” Chase roars, holding my hands behind my back to arc my body. His fingers yank at my waist, pulling me back to meet his brutal thrusts.

  He fucks me harder than he has ever fucked me before. Relentless in his thrusts, his balls slap against my lower lips, making my clit swell and tingle painfully. Every thrust is as if he’s trying to tear me in half. He puts his thumb in his mouth and wets it and then circles it around the tiny hole of my anus. On a deep thrust he shoves his thumb deep into my backside. I cry out as he fucks both my holes crudely. I can’t see, I can’t think, I can only feel every delicious inch of his cock hammering into me over and over again, bringing me to the point of no return.

  “You’re,” thrust, “My,” thrust, “Woman!” On the last word, he slams into me so hard my teeth rattle. We both come, screaming into the open office. His body falls over mine and I struggle to hold us both up in my position over the arm of the couch. We take huge gulping breaths, trying to come down from our high but never wanting to leave Heaven.

  “Shit, Baby, I don’t know what came over me,” he says. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His voice is concerned and breaches my post orgasmic haze.

  “Do I look hurt to you?” I grin saucily and stand. “Never been better. I’m also sorry I came at you like that. I definitely didn’t intend to have the reaction I had when I got here.” I slip my skirt in place and walk to the bathroom across the room. He pulls up his own pants and follows me, hovering near the door. I pee and wipe myself clean. He hands me a warm wet washcloth, and I remove any additional residue from our lovemaking.

  “Anytime, Baby.” He grins wickedly. “Any time you want to take advantage of me sexually, consider it an open invitation.” He laughs.

  We right ourselves and Chase informs me that he needs to settle a few things before we leave for the day. I decide to visit Phillip on the 20th floor and catch up with him. I phone Maria, explain what happened with the second round of flowers and that I won’t be meeting them for lunch today. She says she’ll notify the girls but will expect a call to touch base with them this weekend.

  ***

  Phillip envelopes me in a huge bear hug, and I hold on a little tighter than normal. He walks me to the cafeteria to sit and catch up over a sandwich. Halfway through the cafeteria line he realizes that we’re being followed.

  “Gigi, there’s a huge guy that I’ve never seen before following us. He’s been watching us ever since you met me on the 20th floor. He took the elevator with us and now he’s standing off to the side wall watching you like a hawk. Actually, I think he’s watching me more than you.” I smile and realize he’s noticed my Rambo.

  I wave to Austin and he nods but continues to scan the room. “That’s Austin Campbell, my own personal bodyguard, courtesy of one rich control freak boyfriend.” I smile and he laughs, then waves to Austin.

  We sit and eat our lunch and catch up on everything. I explain what went down in New York with “The Bitch” and then about both flower deliveries, as well as the fear that’s starting to cripple me and steal my freedom. He didn’t like hearing about “the Bitch” and the fact that she looks like me. He’s suspicious of Chase’s motives, too. He doesn’t know Chase like I do though. Even though the past few months have given him ample opportunity, the two of them really haven’t clicked like I’d hoped they would. Won’t stop me from wishing for it.

  “So, Phil, what’s up with you and Bree?” I decide to go straight for the belt, though not the same way I went for the belt with Chase. I grin remembering how I took his cock deep into my throat. I cough and continue. “I can’t believe you haven’t slept with her yet.”

  His mouth drops open. “She told you?” He shuffles a hand through his hair then scratches the back of his neck.

  “Are you kidding, dumbass? She told all of us that after four months you haven’t taken her to bed. What’s the matter? Maria thinks your dick is broken.”

  “God, this is so embarrassing.” He shakes his head and looks down at his food. “I just...I don’t know, I’m feeling gun shy since Angela. Bree’s different. She’s the kind of girl you marry, not the kind of girl you love and leave.” Understanding dawns on me.

  “You don’t want to fall for her? Do you think that you’d be betraying Angela if you did?”

  He nods solemnly. “Something like that, yeah,” he admits. He’s such an amazing man. He doesn’t want to soil his dead wife’s memory or the relationship they had by allowing himself to love again.

  “Phil, Angela loved you and would want you to be happy. She would want you to find love again. Bree’s not trying to be Angela, she knows that she could never be her and she’d never try. She wants to love you in her way, share a relationship with you, one that’s only between you and her.”

  “I guess. I just, I’m not ready for marriage again.”

  “You don’t have to be. Bree’s not ready either. Just have fun, let yourself enjoy the feeling of falling in love.” He gifts me a small smile. “And for God’s sake get a frickin’ babysitter and fuck your woman already!” I say with as much raunch as I can muster.

  He chokes on his soda. I pat him hard on the back as he hacks and coughs. “Jeez Louise, Gigi. Okay, okay!”

  “Her birthday is in a couple weeks. I’ll be deeply disappointed if you don’t plan something spectacular for her, and I don’t mean a present.” I nudge him in the side with my elbow.

  “Alright already, Dr. Ruth, I have to go back to work.” His eyes are bright and he pulls me into a Phil style bear hug. All arms with a side dose of heavy squeezes.

  “Yeah, I’m going to go to the Penthouse and take a long hot bath. I love you.” I kiss his cheek and give him a hug.

  “Don’t let “the Bitch” get you down tomorrow at the party, Gigi. Most women pale in comparison to your beauty and brains. And if Chase needs a good ass kicking to remind him of what he has, just say the word.” He enters the elevator and goes down. I hit the button prepared to go up to the Penthouse.

  “Where are we going now, Ms. Callahan,” Austin asks as I place my thumb into the LED screen to access the Penthouse. It scans and the elevator lifts.

  “I’m heading to the Penthouse for a long bath and a nap. You going to watch me take a bath?” I ask with a wink. He blushes a deep red.

  “Um, no Ma’am. I’ll just check the premises and wait in the security viewing room off the entryway. If you plan to leave, you know where I’ll be.” He continues, “You staying home for the night, Ma’am?” The elevator opens to the Penthouse floor.

  “Home,” the word dangles on my tongue. The thought of this being my home isn’t altogether unpleasant. It’s downright appealing. I’m getting more used to sharing a space with Chase and rather enjoy waking up next to him each morning. Getting kissed like the Dickens before he’s off to work each day isn’t too bad a start to a new day either.

  “Yes, Austin, I do believe I’ll be staying home for the night.”

  Chapter 20

  I add the finishing touches on my makeup and then take a long look at myself in the mirror. The Gucci black lace dress hugs my curves like a second skin. The slip dress underneath is white and shines through the large lace cutouts
. With the white inner layer, my breasts and hips are accentuated, exactly the look I was going for. The boat style neckline cuts across my clavicle delightfully. My breasts look like two ripe peaches itching to be bitten. I turn and view my back. The dress dips really low in a deep u shape, completely open. The scalloped edge does naughty things to the line of my back making the dips in my lower back perfectly visible. Chase loves an exposed back. I can already imagine the tips of his fingers trailing along the bare skin and down my spine.

  The dress lies daintily against the top of my knees. I step into my new heels. The heels are platform and add an additional five inches to my height. I plan to tower over “the Bitch” tonight. My hair falls in long mahogany red curls around my face. Very circa 1940’s Veronica Lake. An extra serum adds that much needed dose of shine. One last swipe of “Perfect Peach” lip gloss and I’m ready to dazzle.

  I enter the living room and Chase is on his cell phone. I listen for a moment.

  “Yeah, we’ll be leaving here shortly. Gillian’s almost ready.” He turns towards me and his mouth drops open. “Uh, yeah. Um, I’ll see ya there,” he says into the phone and hangs up. His eyes roam slowly over my body then settle on my eyes.

  “Gill…God, Gillian you take my breath away,” Chase says in a breathy deep timber. The sound fills me with warmth, spreading heat through my veins like a fine twenty-year-old whiskey.

  Chase himself looks good enough to eat. He’s wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a black vest. A black tie is tucked into the vest. He’s incredibly handsome, and not for the first time, I’m reminded how incredibly lucky I am to have him. For a moment, I fantasize that it’s my wedding day and Chase is standing there looking at me like I’m everything there ever was in the world. Except it’s not my wedding day. But he’s definitely looking at me with a reverence that makes my heart pound a heavy beat.