Page 7 of Sultry Bodyguard Summer

She's a client.

I take a few steps inside to get a full picture of the master bedroom space. White, breezy curtains hang over the windows. There’s a shut door, probably a walk-in closet. He could hide in there. On the far side is a short corridor to what looks like the master bathroom.

Does she see clients in here? As part of her intimacy therapy?

None of my business.

I open the door to the bedroom across from the master. Sienna will have to sleep with her door open. So will I.

I imagine her lying in bed in a pretty, lacy black nightgown. No panties covering her wet, delicious pussy.

My dick gets heavy with lust. I've got to shake these feelings or I'm going to fuck up, and she's going to get hurt.

I head to my car for my duffle with the spare clothes and toiletries I kept with me for attending gala events with rich-man-boy Alex. When I get back inside, I'm going to take a nice long shower, wring out my dick, and get my head screwed on straight for this job.

Chapter Four: Oliver

"Thisplaceishopping,"Sienna says as we get out of the car.

The Sandbar & Sips sign with the neon wave hangs diagonally across the front of the beach shack facade. Tiki torches line the perimeter of the outdoor bar and restaurant. It’s packed like it always is at nine on a summer night, which means things are only going to get rowdier by the minute.

“Does it look okay to you?” I ask.

“Looks good to me.”

This is the most conversation we’ve had since I got up from my nap. It's not for lack of trying on Sienna's part. I'm still too overwhelmed by her and afraid of fucking up that I can't let my guard down for casual conversation.

She rambled about golf and sports when we sat down to eat the flatbreads she made us for dinner. They had roasted veggies and heaps of cheese and were damn good. Halfway through, she gave up trying to get me talking. I can't blame her.

At least she gave up on conversation with me. When I went up to my condo to get a few things, she must’ve put on the charm with the twenty-something summer-job lobby guy because he was grinning ear-to-ear when I came back down.

Is that how she talked to men when she was an escort?

Doesn’t matter.

I need to focus on my job. Tonight my job is to be alovey-doveybodyguard boyfriend. I put on my boyfriend smile and place my hand on the small of Sienna’s back.

“Oliver,” one of the bartenders shouts when we reach the back patio. I know him from the off-season when I come here voluntarily. “What are you having?”

“What would you like?” I ask Sienna.

“I’ll have a margarita.”

“Salt?”

“Nope.”

“Two margaritas, no salt,” I call back.

There aren't any seats available, but we find a tall table along the side of the patio. I stand close to Sienna, facing her to signal possession to any dude who checks her out, and every dude in this place is going to check her out at some point.

"Keep your eyes on me," I say, leaning toward her so the words stay private. Our bodies are only inches apart, and the desire to get even closer hits me acutely. I’m like a moth going headfirst into the bug zapper.

"No problem." She smiles flirtatiously.

"Good. So what were you telling me earlier about playing golf when you were a teenager?"

"I didn't think you heard me."