Page 8 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“She’s here, Mr. Wyndham,” he said in a low monotone voice. Wyndham shifted in his chair and an absent-minded smile marked his face. He was thinking about his daughter.
I already had an image of her in my head. Spoilt brat.
I clenched my jaws, trying to decide what the best way would be to deal with her. Especially if I was to keep our interaction to a minimum.
Jim left the room and I guessed she was going to come in here anytime now. I did not look forward to being introduced to her. It meant that my job was going to start. I did not look forward to this job either.
Sabrina Wyndham was going to be a pain in the ass. I could feel it already.When she walked into the room, I thought I was seeing things. I questioned whether I had accidentally popped some pills today or had Mercy ground some into my morning coffee? Because this chick looked as if she’d walked right off the cover of a glossy celebrity magazine.
I didn’t know girls like her existed in real life.
What she was wearing looked as if it cost as much as my apartment. She had long dark thick hair that was sleek and shiny, sitting neatly either side of her shoulders. She had dark eyes to match that hair. They were big and expressive. Like someone had drawn them on bigger.
She had a slender face with delicate plump lips that made her look as if she was always pouting. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any makeup or not, and that was clearly the look she was going for. But everything about her was shiny and glossy. Including those high heels and the little purse hanging off the crook of her arm.
She glanced at me once and then looked away as if her eyes were burnt. I was expecting a reaction like this from her. She wasn’t going to be happy having me hanging around her all the time.
The room was now filled with the scent of her light summery perfume that shocked my senses. I had to clench my fists. I was feeling something at the base of my spine that I was afraid would travel to my cock. Sabrina Wyndham looked like no other chick I had ever laid eyes on.
“What is going on here?” she asked her father who was beaming at her now. Clearly, that was the effect she had on every man around her.
“Are you happy to be home, sweetheart?” He got up from his chair and I noticed his floppy belly for the first time. How did a man who looked like him produce a creature like her? The mysteries of biology would always be confusing to me.
While he went over to hug his daughter, Sabrina looked over his shoulders directly at me. I held her gaze, needing her to know she was not going to be able to play Little Miss Prissy Princess with me. No matter what kind of treatment she was used to.
“Yeah, I’m happy to be here, but what is going on?” she asked her father when they broke away. He touched her hair lightly.
“I feel as if you’ve grown up. There’s something different about you, sweetheart.”
Sabrina’s cheeks colored. She was embarrassed by his observations.
“Daddy, I feel as if there’s something you’re not telling me,” she said and this time, she looked over directly at me so there was no mistaking what she was talking about.
Wyndham turned to me, and he knew he would have to say something now.
“Oh yeah, this is…umm…his name is Spike?”
I said nothing, even though Wyndham was expecting a reaction from me. I just glared at her, never taking my eyes off her body.
“He is here as your new security personnel.”
Sabrina’s eyes narrowed.
“New security personnel? Why do I need another one?”
“Sabrina, sweetheart, you know what our life is like. We lead a life in the public eye. Everybody is always watching us. Watching you. I just want to make sure you are safe at all times. Is that too much for a father to ask?”
For a moment, I thought there were tears filling her eyes, but then she blinked and shook her head.
“Of course not, Daddy.” She gave in too easily, just like Wyndham had predicted. Did she really blindly believe everything her father told her? Did she never question his authority? Even though she smiled at him now, I could sense there was something holding her back. She was still suspicious but didn’t want her father to see.
“That’s my girl, I knew you would understand. This man here is going to keep you safe. He’s the best in the business.”
She looked at me again, top to toe. I had an idea of what she was thinking. I definitely did not look anything like the other security personnel she was used to. How was her father going to explain that?
