Page 23 of Unloaded
“I’m going to make sure you stay safe,” Rosco states, “Jason and Matthew are good employees, but they can’t keep an eye on you and everyone else. We don’t know this client.
“Even though, Kelvin didn’t find anything suspicious on their background check, I don’t have a good feeling about them. I won’t trust your safety with just anyone, angel. That’s why I’m going. Enos will pick up Kelvin, and they should be on their way soon as well.”
I can’t help noticing he kept saying you, not all of you, or you all.He can’t really mean he’s concerned about just my safety, right?
“Rosco, I’m sure everything will be fine,” I argue. “You’re being a little dramatic. Why would they hire a catering service if they planned to harm us? Especially one owned by the wife and fiancée of security specialists? Think about it.”
He narrows his eyes. I can tell I’ve angered him by being rational. His demeanor is thunderous. I shiver not because I’m afraid of him hurting me, but because I’m so fucking turned on.Geeze!I need to get a grip.
“Get in the truck, before I throw you over my shoulder and do it myself.” His tone brooking no argument. My eyes widen in shock. He wouldn’t…would he?
I grit my teeth and glare at him, debating whether or not he’d actually follow through on his threat. He must read my mind, because in a blink, he grabs my waist and promptly tosses me over his shoulder.
“Are you crazy?” I screech, not believing this is really happening. “Put me down, you Barbarian!” I beat my fists against his back. He ignores me as he casually strolls around the front of his truck before depositing me into the passenger seat.
He grabs the seatbelt, crossing it over my body, and snapping it into place. He is all up in my business, and as mad as I am athis brutish behavior, I can’t help appreciating the hard planes of his body. I love how his muscles move with every action.
He has on a short sleeve dress shirt show casing his tattooed arms, which fascinate me. I can’t take my eyes off them as I study the intricate patterns, watching them dance while he buckles me in. My hand reaches to touch them, but I force myself to refrain. As he backs out of the truck, he pauses right in front of me. His head turns slightly to look at me.
My breath catches, millimeters separate us and the look on his face! Pure, unadulterated desire is in his eyes, which are focused on the rise and fall of my chest. He blinks, and it’s all gone, as if I had imagined what I’d seen. I swallow hard when his eyes meet mine.
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, fearing if I speak out loud, he’ll explode.
“I’m just trying to look out for you, angel,” Rosco says, softly. His hand comes up to trail the back of his fingers down my right cheek. “You must admit your van is a piece of shit. I doubt you’d make it there and back without it breaking down. I’m going anyway, so you can ride with me.” He smirks.
Now I’m really pissed.How dare he diss my ride!Granted he’s correct, but still. I have my pride.
“You’re a fucking jerk. You know that, right?” I grumble. “I’m surely not enlightening you to something you don’t already know, but I just needed to say it out loud.” I cross my arms with a huff. He glances at my chest before he has the audacity to laugh. Not a chuckle, but a full-on belly laugh, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I want to hear it for the rest of my life.Ugh! Stupid, traitorous, hormonal body!
“Fuck, angel,” Rosco manages to say after he’s gotten over his laughing fit. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” I stick my tongue out at him like a child. He’s highly infuriating, but I can’t hit him, so I’m stuck with acting like a toddler.
“Watch it!” he scolds. “I just might take you up on the offer.” I scoff. We both know he’s lying.
“If I’m so much trouble, you should just let me drive myself and forget you ever met me,” I reply, tipping my head to the side with a snarky smile on my face, trying to ignore his suggestive remark. His next words rock my world.
“There’s no way I could ever forget you, angel.” He caresses my face, his lips brush mine, briefly then he exits my space and closes my door, leaving me stunned in silence. Not one snarky retort comes to mind.
He walks around the truck, grabs my purse from my van, and climbs into the driver’s seat, clicking on his seatbelt. After placing my purse in my lap, he puts the truck in gear and pulls out into traffic.
I don’t speak on the drive to the private home where the event will be held. I’m too afraid of what will come out of my mouth, like, ‘Drop your zipper so I can suck you off’or better yet, ‘Pullover and fuck me senseless!’ Even though I’m pissed as hell at him, I still want him.
I keep waiting for him to say something, anything, but he keeps his eyes on the road in front of us. I watch him out of my peripheral vision. He is gorgeous in the extreme. A hunk of a man.
His neatly trimmed beard and mustache over his square firm jaw is perfection. His black hair is cut short on the sides with top a little longer. It blends in perfectly with his facial hair. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos with intricate designs in green, red, and black. He has one on the front of his neck, too. Is his chest tatted, also? Does he have a hairy chest or a smooth one?Where else might he be tatted?
“You’re staring.” Rosco’s head turns to glance at me briefly.
“I’m just trying to understand why you are being such an asshole today.”
He doesn’t say anything just focuses on the road. I study him openly since I’ve already been busted. There’s no point in trying to sneak glances.
“I’ve worked forBaby Girl’sfor nearly a year. Why are you suddenly interested in my safety? Most of the time, you act like I don’t exist. You rarely seem to notice me.”
“I’ve always noticed you, angel.” He spares me another glance. The look in his eyes makes me shiver. I can almost see him looking at me like that as he hovers over me, driving his cock deep inside.
Lord!I need to get laid and soon. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve been with a man. The problem is, it’s near impossible to find a decent man. Oh, I’m sure I can find one willing to fuck me, but to find one who will stick around, who will actually love me, who will be what I need? Impossible.
Before Mrs. Cruise’s event, Rosco has hardly acknowledged me. Now he’s calling me angel, again.What the fuck?
