Page 23 of Secret Enemy Protector

“Huh?” She quirks her brows in confusion, but fuck that. I’m concerned about her now.

“Only because I want you to sleep. You’ll probably go up there and begin using your phone or something.” I roll my eyes.

“You’re not wrong.” Her eyes avoid mine as she admits, and I need no more cues. She wants me to talk her to sleep but is too ashamed to ask.

“Well then, we had better start heading up. You are going to need as much sleep as possible.” I lead the way so that she can follow. I guard this entire house, so, I know her room. It’s not creepy. It’s just my job.

The room is unlocked and for the first time, I step into Rebecca’s privacy.

She seems to keep things to a minimal level. Nothing too different from a generic house design.

Standard cream-colored walls, a white bed on brown furniture. Something about it tells me more about the kind of person she is.

The room is only tidy probably because Marie does routine cleanups. Even then, there are still some items that are completely out of place.

“I have to take a shower first,” she says in a suggestively low voice…Or that was just in my head?

All I do is wait. I don’t even move an inch from the midpoint of the room where I stopped. All through the time she’s in the shower my willpower is tested, but I somehow pass.

The only sign of my discomfort is the build in my pants that I hide skillfully with a flap of my jacket.

She comes out of the bathroom fully dressed in her pajamas. In traditional sleep style, the material is light, and considering that she wore no bra, everything bounces.

No.

I look away.

Those lamps shine brightly in here... Come to think of it, these walls aren’t painted. They’re layered with wallpaper.

Anything that doesn’t involve me looking at Rebecca and turning my brain to mush would suffice.

“You should have sat on the bed or couch, or something,” she tells me.

Without looking at her, I shrug. “Standing is a lot more peaceful. You’re at the greatest balance your body can achieve aside from lying flat.”

“Huh.”

I look over at her then and see that she’s staring intently at me. She pats the bed and I come over to sit beside her lying frame. Her breasts spread either side of her baring her chest to me, and with every little movement, they wobble.

Thomas was a fool for leaving this goddess.

“You know, somehow, I feel this isn’t the real you,” she says, opening the conversation.

My heart nearly stops beating.

“You might be a lot more interesting than you come through to be.” She takes my tie between her fingers and twirl them.

Phew.

Her phone buzzes and she turn to pick the call, but I snatch the phone from her right as she’s about to press the phone to her ear.

I end the call.

“Hey, that was a client!” She frowns.

“It’s bedtime. You’ll talk tomorrow,” I say sternly. This is where she’d normally use her veto power to override my rule, but she relaxes instead.

“You’re right.” She sighs. “It could probably wait till tomorrow.”

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