Page 29 of The Inevitable Us

I take a sip of my coffee before answering. “We’re going out. We need to take care of something.”

She rolls her eyes, and I return with a warning look. “Go upstairs and get dressed, Baby Girl, or the day will be gone. I have to work today.”

“I guess asking you for my key…” she tries.

I lean back against the kitchen counter, my arms crossed, and give her a smoldering gaze. “Upstairs, Rosalie. Pants. Unless you want me to help you,” I offer with a raised eyebrow.

She looks a little startled and blinks rapidly, staring at me with her mouth open for a minute before running up the stairs. “Wear jeans and tennis shoes,” I tell her. “You need to dress sensibly.”

If I wanted to, I know I could have Rosalie upstairs and divest her of her virginity today. But when she’d come onto me in that delicious pink silky number, I’d felt a tension in her body that told me she wasn’t ready yet. She may want to be with me, but she’s not ready to jump into the deep end of the pool either. That doesn’t make for a good first sexual experience. I want Rosalie for the first time writhing under me, to be able to ease in her pussy for the first time and claim what’s mine. And that can’t happen if she’s nervous and in her head. So, for now, I’m going to hold back and give her a little bit of time to grow comfortable with us.

As she walks down the stairs dressed for the day, I place the kittens back into the bathroom with fresh water and a saucer of canned wet food paté for later.

She looks flustered when she arrives at my side, her hands fumbling with her blouse. She’s biting her lip with a small coy smile. “Do I get to know where we’re going?” she asks excitedly as we grab our drinks and remnants of our bagels. “And do I need a hoodie?”

“The gun range. We’ll be outside, not in the air conditioning.” Ethan had taught the boys, and Josie refused to go. Maybe he just assumed Rosalie would refuse as well.

Rosalie’s grown up surrounded by men whose entire livelihood was to protect her and her family. No expense was ever spared by Rosalie’s father on home security, bodyguards, or crowd control at concerts. Not to mention she has Ethan and her brothers to protect her. But she’s not in that gilded cage anymore and prefers not to use cameras. She’s at least going to learn how to shoot straight.

We walk over to my building and into my office. Rosalie immediately walks over to the window and looks out. When she spots her new curtains hanging directly across from my own, she glares. “You know, you could always just…knock. Text. Say hi.”

“I could, but it’s not as fun as watching you,” I inform her with a wink.

She recoils back, shocked, and then tries to hide a little smile.

I walk over to the gun safe and input the numerical code. Grabbing the gun case and the bullets, I close the safe again. Carrying a concealed firearm most of the time is part of my job, but Rosalie isn’t going to be able to handle my side piece with her small size. Instead, I’ve picked out something much smaller for her.

Bringing the gun case with me, I guide Rosalie to the front door before locking it behind us. “How long are the rats good for?”

Her eyebrows furrow, and she gives me a pout. “Don’t call my babies rats! They’re ferocious little mini hunters.”

I chuckle at her defense of herbabies.“Do we have a while, or are they still drinking milk?”

“Umm, about four hours or so. They’re eating on their own now,” she says, still looking at me, annoyed.

Nodding, I place my keys in my pocket, and grab Rosalie’s hand with the other.

The garage is a bit of a jaunt from the office, and I see Rosalie look at me curiously from time to time as we walk. “Where have you applied for work?”

Of course, I already know the answer, but Rosalie doesn’t know that.

“A little bit of everywhere. A daycare center, a store, and a couple of restaurants. Mom and Dad want me to only work a few hours a week so that I can focus on school, and most people still have their part-time summer staff.”

When we get to my SUV through the garage, I open the door for Rosalie and place the gun in the middle row before getting into the driver’s seat. I’m alone with Rosalie on something approaching a date. Fucking finally.

She’s nervously fidgeting with her seatbelt. The straps are tangled somehow. I reach over, taking the buckle from her nervous fingers, untwirl the belt and buckle her in. She’s biting her lip, looking up at me anxiously. “Why are you here?” she asks, her voice breaking a little.

Evidently, I’ve not been clear enough. After starting the ignition, I lean in, take her chin in my fingers and kiss her gently on the lips. “For you, Rosalie.” I take a second to luxuriate in her smell, the feel of her silky soft hair on the back of my fingers before I thread them with hers. Her eyebrows shoot up when I kiss her knuckles and pull out of the parking space.

She freezes, gazing down at her hand, and opens and closes her mouth as if to say something.

When I place our joined hands on my thigh, she swallows nervously and asks, “Why do you have an office?”

Aren’t we a curious cat today? “Because I have my own business. Benson Security. I offer private bodyguards and event security. Taylee is just the client that I’m taking on personally.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “And where, exactly, are you living?”

“At the foreman’s cottage at Taylee Teegan’s ranch,” I tell her, smiling at a jealous Rosalie. “It’s a good bit away from the main house, so I have privacy.”So we will have privacy, and I can fuck you wherever I want. Close enough for me to sneak into our room and bury myself in your pussy if the mood strikes.

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