Chapter 10: Snapped

Raphael:

“Hey, Vin,” I greeted the man as he unlocked Genevieve’s door and let me in.
I had tried my damnedest to control my thoughts on the way over here. I was here on the job. To protect her. Not to fuck her. Yet, that was all my mind could think of doing. My body sure as hell didn’t disagree. All I could remember was the heat her body induced within me at the mere brush of our bodies in the car.
Now I was going to be stuck in this hotel suite with her… alone… all f*cking night.
Yeah, not a good idea.
Why the hell did Vin and Gunner need a date night anyway? They lived together for fuck’s sake.
Vin closed the door behind me and chuckled. Maybe I was scowling. He was good at reading my moods. “Look man, I tried to get Gunner to change the night, but you know him. We had this night planned for months. If you didn’t cover it and he was stuck working, I wouldn’t hear the end of it. He’d be complaining for the next year.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Gunner and his attention to detail was great, but when it came to plans, one change in the structure, and it was a fucking disaster.
“Oh,” Vin leaned in and lowered his voice as his gaze flickered toward the kitchen, “by the way, she’s become a bit tipsy. I’d watch her carefully. I’m not sure if she’s planning on getting drunk, but it’ll only serve as a distraction for you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Was he saying I couldn’t do my job? I was doiing this sort of work before he ever graduated high school.
Vin now stepped away, out of my anger range. “Hey, I’m just saying. You’re already wound tight, one little push and she might cause you to snap.”
“Just get the fuck out of here.”
I shoved him toward the door on a growl. He didn’t need to know how much his words truly rang true. If I wasn’t careful, my willpower to resist Genevieve wasn’t going to last much longer. She had a tendency to tempt me at every turn. Tonight was going to take all of my strength to keep myself in check.
Vin laughed as he called out a goodbye to Genevieve and left, leaving us alone. Locked in together.
This was my own fault. I told her we would be with her around the clock. There were only three of us, so we had to work in shifts. I would set up the cameras and locks and make sure she was safe before I sent her to bed. Then I could get some shut-eye too.
The moment I turned the corner and came face-to-face with Genevieve though, I knew that I was fucked. Royally. There was no way I was getting any sleep tonight.
Genevieve was in her room, the door cracked opened as she stripped out of her blouse. She was slightly turned away, so I only caught a glimpse of the front of her, but her back was in plain view. She had on a wonderfully sexy bralette, black, with lace that cupped her large breasts beautifully. She bent over, and her shorts that barely covered her ass rode up, giving me a clear view of her matching panties. They were lace and hugged her round cheeks tightly.
Fuck me.
Like seriously…I wanted her on top of me, with just her bralette on, her cheeks painted with her arousal, and her hair unclasped and down her back.
Fuck.
Nope. I couldn’t do this.
I shifted away, averting my gaze the best I could. I needed to get the image of her beautiful body out of my mind. I pushed against the bulge in my pants until pain shot up through my groin. Good. It deserved it for even thinking about wanting her.
She was a job. A beautiful, sexy, and smart job. Fuck. Raphael get your head in the damn game!
“Hello.”
Her soft voice had me spinning back toward her, but it was the second worst thing I’d done since arriving.
Genevieve had simply thrown on a black silk robe over her bralette and had tied it loosely, so if she moved around too much, it opened and gave me a good view of underneath. Fuck, she had to know what she was doing.
“I’m going to go through the cameras and make sure everything is locked up tight, but you should go to bed.” My voice was thick and came out almost in a growl. What the hell was she doing to me?
Genevieve’s lip pushed out in a pout. “Oh come on, I’m not even tired though.” She swayed over to the island in the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of wine.
By the looks of it, she’d already drank quite a bit. This wouldn’t be good.
“Don’t you have to get some writing done tomorrow?”
She shrugged and moved around the island until she was standing in front of a bouquet of lilies. She had placed them in a vase. Genevieve gently ran her finger across one of the petals and my dick hardened. Well, what do you know, the fact that she had kept the flowers did more than just warm my heart. It turned me on.
It was almost too much to stand there and not rush her, pick her up, and slam her down on her bed. The almost primal need to claim Genevieve was building in my chest, and I had to find a way to get her off my mind. Before I fucked everything up.
“You shouldn’t keep flowers from fans. That’s probably how this stalker came to believe you cared for him.” I threw the comment out there randomly as I moved to the couch to sit. I grabbed the tablet and unlocked it, checking the cameras. Anything to keep my hands and mind busy from the goddess that was standing in the kitchen.
“But they’re so sweet. There was no sign of them being delusional like that fucker is.”
Why did her swearing always cause me to grow harder? My cock throbbed painfully.
“Plus, they’re unique. I’m not sure who knew my favorite flower, or about my sister’s engagement, but it was sweet.”
I could feel her growing close. Her bare feet tapped against the linoleum until she touched the carpet as she neared. I couldn’t do this. I needed to get away from her. There was no way I could handle this all night. Fuck Gunner and Vin for needing tonight off.
“You just found out about your sister. If the person who sent the flowers knew too, then they’re probably stalking you too.” What the fuck am I saying? Do I really want her to think that?
“Mmm,” she hummed as she sat on the edge of one of the chair’s arm rests. “I’m not so sure. But I guess we’ll find out.”
I flicked my gaze up toward her, and she grinned down at me. She tipped the wine glass back and downed the entire contents in two gulps. Was she trying to get trashed?
Genevieve’s hand on the back of the chair slipped, her eyes widening as she began to fall.
I hadn’t moved that fast in ages.
I swooped in and wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her up. In doing so, though, the robe twisted in my grasp and opened further, Genevieve’s bralette the only thing standing in my way of seeing her beautiful body.
It took every ounce of willpower to drag my eyes back up to her face where she watched me carefully. There was a drunken sheen to her eyes, but her face was a beet red. It was more than the alcohol. I knew this because she averted her gaze and pressed her trembling lips together. She was embarrassed. It was fucking adorable.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed out.
“Maybe you’ve had enough for tonight.”
Genevieve nodded softly, still refusing to look at me.
“Maybe I’ll go to bed.”
I stepped back and allowed her to stand. I made sure she could walk straight before giving her enough room to leave my presence. She fixed the robe to recover herself, and all I wanted to do was rip it off her damn body.
Genevieve shuffled across the room slowly, as though she were unsure of what she wanted to do. Her curves were accented in that robe, and it fell to the same length as her shorts, giving the appearance that she had nothing on underneath. Didn’t that cause me to crave her even more? Fuck, I needed to stop staring at her ass.
“Goodnight, babygirl.” The pet name I had begun to assign to her slipped out without warning, and I held my breath, hoping she didn’t catch it.
When she paused in the doorway of her room, her hand on the wall, I knew she had. Genevieve glanced back, her brow slightly furrowed in the center as though she were contemplating a difficult decision.
“Why do you call me that?”
Well, fuck. “Because that’s what you are to me.” It was as simple as that. I had no real reason. The word just fit her perfectly. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” But it’ll be fucking hell to do so.
She shook her head, her plush lips separated. “No, I like it.”
Well shit, okay then.
“It’s just…” she turned toward me as she gripped the edges of her robe. Her eyes roamed the room, refusing to land on me. “It’s just that when you say it… it gives me hope.”
“Hope?”
Genevieve shook her head and lowered her eyes to the floor as a self-deprecating laugh escaped her. “No, it’s nothing. I guess the word itself makes me think that you think I’m attractive, but I know that’s not possible. So, it’s nothing, really. I just have to remind myself of that often.”
I was already halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing. What kind of people had she been surrounding herself with if she thought that she wasn’t attractive? Hell, she was gorgeous, delicious, downright perfect in every way. I needed to show her what I saw. What she was in my eyes.
I couldn’t help myself. I had Genevieve up against the wall in a blink of an eye, a growl escaping my throat and mixing with her surprised gasp. Her hands still clung to the robe, trying to make herself seem smaller. I slipped one hand underneath, along her collarbone, while the other slid along her neck, to the back of her head where I gripped her loose bun and pulled it taught.
“Babygirl, you’re more than just attractive. You have my cock aching every time I set my eyes on you.” My voice was a distorted growl, but I know she understood every word I said. I leaned my body in against hers to accentuate my point, and Genevieve’s adorable mouth widened with a surprised gasp.
I took that opportunity to claim what I’d been dreaming off since the moment I set my eyes on her. I dipped my head and locked my lips on hers, and realized in that sweet, blissful moment, that I had fucked up.