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"Don't tell me what to do. It was just a little massage, and she liked it." He was trying so hard to provoke Tallis, as usual. I was worried this time it would work. Tallis looked ready to try to blow him to pieces.

I spoke up quickly to discredit McKee's claim. "I thought it was Tallis. If I had known some perverted jerk snuck into my room, I would have screamed sooner."

Tallis let a small smile free. He enjoyed it when I took his side, especially against McKee. I was always on his side though, and he was always on mine.

"Well I guess that would be your cue to exit then. The lady has chosen. In case you didn't catch who, it was me… again."

He gloated triumphantly as I leaned against his chest. McKee stormed off in a huff.

"You're always right where I need you to be when I need you the most," I murmured, sighing softly.

I leaned into him, letting the sheet that had shielded me from McKee drop to the floor between us. I put my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes with seductive intentions.

He coughed a little. His cheeks blushed red as his eyes darted nervously from side to side. His heart was racing as I leaned in more, pressing my body against his. His hands ran down my waist, running to the top line of my underwear. He started to pull me in tight, and then suddenly pushed me away.

His voice cracked a little as he spoke. "You have to get ready or we'll be late."

His muscles were clenching, and his body protested. His posture was rigid as he walked away hurriedly. I heard him almost running down the stairs.

"I'm definitely wearing him down." I giggled to myself as I stepped into the shower.

Chapter 11

Bodyguards and Trade Secrets

Sometimes it's hard to see what is right in front of you, until it's too late.

School ended and Tallis walked me out with his arm around my shoulders. I was quick to remind him of his promise from the previous night.

"You owe me a story."

His pretended to be oblivious to what I was referring to. "A story about what?" He tried to sound sincere as he played dumb.

"About the bodyguards. You promised if I went to sleep, that you would answer any question I had today." I put my hand on his stomach as I turned to walk backwards, staring him in the eyes.

"Okay okay." He chuckled lightly at my childlike enthusiasm. Then he looked around as he spoke quietly. "But not here. Let's go to my house. I think it's the best place for private conversation."

He had such a wary tone that I felt almost worried he thought someone was listening in.

He opened my door. As I sat down, I saw McKee leaned against the school, glaring at us. I was flooded with unwelcome chills.

Tallis jumped in and threw his arm around my shoulders again. The looks I got from other girls all the time were so harsh. It was hard to make friends because they all hated me. They knew that McKee was jealous, and Tallis, the hottest guy in school, was mine. Well, sort of mine. I was the first exception to his no dating in high school rule that he'd made. Needless to say, not everyone was pleased with his decision.

Tallis leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. He was so close to my mouth that his breath touched the corners of my lips. That got me some more icy looks from the hyenas. I certainly wouldn't be getting class favorite any time soon.

We pulled up at his house. He took me inside and led me to his room. The tropical smell flowed through the house, just like my old home.

His house was so much quieter than mine. There were so many people living at my house, or staying there all the time. Seven or eight bodyguards at all times, and there was always a family from somewhere different everyday. There were always heads of covens there, and there was always something going on.

Tallis's house was peaceful. He always teased that a Verdan was less maintenance than a Bradbury. I had found it odd that my last name was Weislen, but to everyone from this supernatural world, I was a Bradbury. I guess that was okay. It just took some time to get used to.

We sat on his window seat as he pulled out a photo album. "Awesome! Baby pictures."

I may have squealed a little as I clapped my hands in excitement. Then I realized that my excitement may have been premature.

He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Not exactly. Just some history to help answer your question."

He flipped to a page with some black and white photos of his mom and dad standing next to an unknown man. He looked like a bodybuilder with a thick mustache. I just stared at him, confused.


Tags: C.M. Owens The Coveted Saga Fantasy