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Once outside, we reach my old Nissan minivan. “Well, this is my ride,” I say, opening the driver’s side door. I can’t keep from adding my next comment with a little more sass than intended. “Um, thanks for walking me out, but I could have found my own way. Despite what you seem to think, I’m a highly competent person.”
“I have no doubt about that,” he murmurs, moving closer. “But the world is a dangerous place. This is a nice neighborhood. The crime rate is low, but not, non-existent. I won’t take a chance on something happening to you when I could have prevented it.” I’m shocked by his words, and my face is covered with astonishment. Rosco appears a little astounded himself.
“Why do you care what happens to me?” I whisper. Rosco stares at me with an intense gaze before finally answering.
“You’re going to be Marley’s assistant,” he commences, moving into my personal space, pinning me between my door and his body, which causes my heart to race even faster. “I can tell she already cares for you, which makes you family…by extension. We look after family. I love my sister-in-law. I want her to be happy. If you were injured leaving her restaurant, she would be hurt and feel responsible.”
His words cause me to shiver, but not from desire. He has reminded me of the dangers my brothers and I are running from. I make a sweep of our surroundings to ensure no one is about to sneak up on us. My eyes dart around the parking lot and street, searching for any sign of a threat.
Rosco takes my hand, drawing my attention back to him. Again, as always when he touches me, I can feel the electricity between us. It’s all consuming…cosmic, like fate is coming to fruition.Corny, right?But so accurate to how I’m feeling.
“It was nice seeing you, again, Rachel. I’m sure we will be seeing each other often.” Rosco kisses the back of my hand that is cradled in his much larger one, all the while holding my gaze.
I suck in a breath, goosebumps erupting on my body. Rosco’s salacious grin is my undoing. No matter how much of a bad idea it is, my fate is sealed. I’ll have Rosco Robertson, sooner or later, of that I have no doubt.It’s about to get interesting.
5
ROSCO
Six months later…
I tug at the neck of my shirt, wondering how I can bow out of this assignment without being seen as a jerk or worse, yet, a slacker. My brothers will kick my ass, but I loathe wearing a suit and tie. They know how much I hate it, but they’d insisted I take the lead on this event which requires wearing this torture device.
I adjust my tie for the ten thousandth time. I swear this fucking thing is trying to crush my windpipe. Why couldn’t someone else have led this event?
I understand why Luke chose me, and honestly I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to watch over Marley, Shelby, and Rachel…uh, all their employees, but I don’t have to like it. Even if I am the best person for the job.
Baby Girl’sis catering a charity dinner and auction for a swanky socialite, Mrs. Evelyn Cruise. She’s been a long-time client of Invictus Security and Protection Company and she’s loaded. We provide her and her husband with bodyguards, security systems at their work places and homes, and additional protection at events like this. They’ve been long-time, loyal clients.
The woman is old enough to be my mother, but it hasn’t stopped her from flirting with me or any of the men who work at Invictus. She makes no effort to hide the fact she is ready and willing to sleep with anyone, even though she’s married.
She’d chased after Bo before he’d made it abundantly clear to her that he only has eyes for Shelby. I’ve heard Mr. Cruise is fond of the ladies, too. Perhaps they have an open marriage, which is fine, to each their own, but no one in our organization will cross that line. We never mix business with pleasure.
I scan the room looking for anything out of the ordinary. A grin ghosts my face when Marley and Shelby waddle out of the kitchen with platters of food for the buffet table. Both of them seem to be handling their pregnancies well, which is good.
It’s still sinking in that I’ll be an uncle times two in a few short weeks when my nephews are born. Our family has grown fast in the last couple of years. First our sister, Daisy settled down with Ace and retired from the Navy. Then Luke fell for Marley and Bo for Shelby, giving us two more sisters and now nephews.
Rachel exits the kitchen carrying two large trays, catching my attention and pulling me from my thoughts. Her face lights up in a smile when Marley turns to take one of them from her. Rachel has become part of our family, too, but I don’t have brotherly feelings for her. No, my feelings toward her are much more carnal. Feelings I don’t want but haven’t found a way to turn off.
The last six months have been pure torture, being around her constantly but not allowing myself to touch her. I can’t drag my gaze off Rachel. While all of the women are about the same height, Rachel stands out next to my sisters-in-law. Her body has curves in all the right places. My body takes as much notice as my eyes.
She bends over to adjust a table cloth. Her firm ass is on full display for my viewing pleasure. I shift my feet when my cock twitches and begins to stiffen.
“Enjoying the view?” Enos asks, suddenly appearing at my side. With great effort, I force myself to look away to scowl at him.
I shouldn’t be fantasizing about my sisters-in-law’s employee. It’s too tempting to act on those fantasies, and it would be a recipe for disaster, pun intended.
“I’m just doing my job,” I reply, making sure not to glance where the women are working. Enos snorts derisively.
“Yeah, right.” I glare at him. Enos loves to make inappropriate comments of a sexual nature. Of course, he is the youngest of us and none of us have been very mature, at least until Marley and Shelby came along.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demand, turning fully to face my brother. I should keep my mouth shut. He’s baiting me and I know it, but for some insane reason I can’t.
“You’re staring at Rachel like you want to devour her,” Enos answers, giving me a side eye while he looks out over the room. “I don’t blame you. I bet she’d be delicious.” His comment raises my ire, but I force myself to stay calm.
“I’m not staring at Rachel,” I deny through gritted teeth. Enos turns to give me a wide-eyed look of shock.
“Really? That’s good, maybe I should ask her out. You know, since you’re not interested.”
