His sigh is heavy with burden. “Because that’s how people like her work. If she doesn’t get her way, she’ll do what she can to make others miserable.”
“So, what do we do?”
Jordan
There aren’t enough adjectives in the world to express how much I loathe telling her this next part. “I’ve hired two bodyguards for you, and they’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning.”
“You think she’s dangerous?” Fear darkens her eyes.
“No,” I’m quick to reassure, “but I work with the government, and there’s always a risk with that. Whether she made threats or not, you would always have a minimum of two bodyguards. That’s non-negotiable, sweetheart.” I can see her gearing up to argue.
Her lips twitch from side to side as she contemplates my words. “I’m not much for leaving the house unless I have to anyways, so I guess it won’t be too bad.”
“That’s my girl.” I praise.
“Does she have access to the house?”
“No.” That was something I’d never been comfortable with. “Her access has been revoked from my office and floor as well. I have videos of every encounter where she propositioned me, as well. She can’t do anything to us.”
“If her persistence keeps up, what will happen?”
“I’ll fire her.”
“Okay.”
Just like that she’s cheerful again. Worried maybe, but I’ve settled her for the night. As we lay in bed resting after a rather vigorous week, I finally get to enjoy having her in our home.
Listening to her light breathing, feeling her relaxed body as she trusts me to keep her safe is one of the most glorious feelings in the world. Knowing I gave her this makes me ecstatic as hell.
Dreading the morning to come, I seek out sleep with Megan wrapped tightly in my embrace.
It feels like only minutes have passed and the alarm is awakening me. Panic sears my blood when I notice the other side of the bed is empty. Scrambling form beneath the sheets, I rush through the house and down to the kitchen where I finally take a breath.
“You fucking scared ten years off my life, woman!”
Megan just smiles like nothing’s wrong.
r /> “I haven’t slept so well in years. I thought I’d make us breakfast?” She grins at me, and everything’s right in my world again.
“Fine.” I point to her. “Next time, wake me up, dammit.”
Walking away, her laughter follows me up to our room as I get ready for work. After showering and shaving, I come out to see her sitting on the bed in one of the dresses I specifically requested in a vibrant emerald green with spaghetti straps and a flared waist.
Strolling over to her, I lean forward for a kiss, telling her, “You look stunning.” The blush that creeps up her chest and neck is alluring.
“I laid out a suit and tie for you. I hope that’s okay?” Shocked, I look behind her to see my black Armani suit accompanied by a shirt and tie to match her dress.
“Oh, it’s definitely alright.” I could get used to this kind of treatment.
“I have an appointment this afternoon with my obstetrician.” Her words are slightly hesitant.
“Do you want me to go with you?” I’d fucking love to, but I don’t know if that’s too personal yet. Fuck it, “I’ll come with you.”
“I’d like that.”
“I’ll have the guys bring you to my office, and I can show you around a bit first if you’d like.”
“I’d love it.”