Page 33 of Get Undressed With Me

The next morning, Gus was determined to keep everything with Brittany professional, and pretend the elevator never happened. He was hired to protect her, and he was damn good at his job. Time to focus on that. Whatever he had been thinking the night before, the nonsense Robbie had brought up, he was wrong. Gus only saw Brittany as a friend, and he was lucky to call her that.

While he was brushing his teeth, he got a notification that Brittany was going live. When he clicked over to her page, his phone screen filled with Brittany as she got dressed for the day. He had watched a few of her live streams in the past, mostly out of curiosity about the woman who was dating his brother. This one was obviously catered to the Kickoff crowd, a more casual version of what she would normally put together, but even with that difference Gus couldn’t get over how natural she was in front of the camera. She had an ease to her that pulled the viewer in, making you feel like her best friend instead of a voyeur. She answered questions on chat about her bra, where she got her shoes, the deals she was able to find for the whole wardrobe. She sat on the bed and pulled on her signature knee socks, one by one, keeping up her banter with her chat as she did, and Gus felt himself start to sweat. Brittany was short, but she was all leg, and watching her slowly encase those calves was going to kill him. Or make him combust.

She finished getting dressed and signed off with a kiss, the screen going dark, and Gus realized he was standing alone in his condo smiling like an idiot.

Shaking it off, he finished getting dressed and headed to the coffee shop, eager for caffeine and a distraction that didn’thave him thinking about Brittany’s legs. He placed an order, including a chocolate scone against his own better judgment, and headed over to Brittany’s hotel room.

By the time Gus knocked on her hotel door, he had gone through an entire speech to himself in his head about how professional he was going to be today. Brittany was a client, and she needed protection. That’s it.

The door swung open, revealing Brittany in those damn socks and her heels, her skirt short enough to make Gus’s heart stop just for a moment.

“Here,” he said before she could say anything. Gus handed her an iced coffee and a small pastry bag, which she took automatically. She looked in the bag, curious.

“What’s this?”

“Treats to butter you up.”

She glared at him with suspicion even as she took a sip on the straw of her new drink.

“I don’t know what’s more suspicious, that you need to butter me up or that you know my drink order by heart.”

“Think of it as a personalized service available to clients.”

She continued eyeing him, then peeked inside the pastry bag.

“Chocolate croissant?”

“You know it.”

She sighed. “Lecture me on the way. I’m already running late.”

She took another sip of her drink, relaxing as the caffeine and copious amounts of sugar hit her at once. Gus smiled at the sight of her, then glanced up when he sensed movement in the corner of his eye. It was one of her roommates, the shirtless guy from before, who swiftly put down the phone he was holding and walked out of Gus’s sight. Weird. Gus narrowed his eyes, his mouth opening to start asking questions, when Brittany grabbed his arm and stepped through the door, closing it behind her.

“Let’s go. I’ve got a big day, and I don’t have time for you to yell at Kyle.”

She was already speed walking down the hall, so Gus settled for throwing a glance at the door before hurrying to follow her.

Once they were out on the street, Brittany smiled at the sunlight beaming down at them, then turned to Gus.

“Okay, hit me.”

“Stay close and do what I say.”

“That’s your lecture?”

“I prefer getting to the point.”

Shaking her head, Brittany sashayed down the sidewalk, in a good mood that Gus couldn’t help but admire. He watched as she walked ahead of him, her tight ass swinging with the confidence she always felt. Gus had a brief vision of those legs, encased in those socks, wrapped around his waist, his hands running up the silk until he reached the skin of her thighs. Fuck, it was going to be a long day.

Shaking his head and very specifically looking away, Gus caught up with her, pulling her toward him on the sidewalk and out of the way of the sign spinner who had taken one look at Brittany and dropped his sign. She was laughing and waving while Gus glared, pulling her away.

“Gus, chill. He’s not chasing us.”

“Not at this moment, but you never know. You can’t just flash that smile of yours and expect men not to act like idiots.”

“Of course I can. You resist me all the time.”

“I’m a special case.”

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