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Authors: Lisa Heaton
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you?”
“No, ma’am. I’m here to watch over you.”
“Watch over me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He made no other comment, and at that point, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Finally, she said, “I’m just going down to the pool.”
“Yes, ma’am. I was told you planned to go.”
“You mean you’re going with me and stand out in the sun in that suit?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sighing, she said, “You are at least ten years older than me. Please stop calling me ma’am.”
Without even cracking a smile, he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
Feeling sorry for him, she asked, “Can’t you at least put a swim suit on?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Okay. Maybe we can find you some shade.”
In the elevator, she texted John: What’s with the guy following me?
His reply: Better safe than sorry. This is Vegas .
A few minutes after twelve, Chelsea saw that John was texting. Excited, she grabbed her phone.
How is the pool?
She texted back: It’s ultra-hot out here. I goofed and brought lotion. Can’t reach my back. Thankfully, I have “the guy.”
John’s response was quick in coming: NO! Will be right there .
Obviously she was kidding. She didn’t mean to interrupt his meeting, and she certainly didn’t plan on the bodyguard rubbing sunscreen on her. Immediately, she tried to call him, but her call went directly to voicemail. It was only a matter of minutes later when she saw him walking her way, looking very intentional. Standing quickly, she explained, “I’m so sorry. I was only joking. You didn’t have to come out here.”
Chelsea’s hair was pulled back into a nub of a ponytail, and her face shone in the sun. Usually, her hair draped over the right side, so it was nice to take in the entirety of her face. Breaking into a smile, he admitted, “I needed a break anyway.”
“I feel terrible. I won’t joke around texting again. I guess you can’t exactly hear my tone of voice.”
“Really, it’s no problem.” Seeing her in her bathing suit, he didn’t regret coming. She looked young and fresh and beautiful. She wore a royal blue tankini. Just as she dressed normally, her suit was more modest than most any other suit he had seen at the pool. “Lay back down. I’ve got it.”
When she lay on her stomach, she reached for her top and rolled it up in order to get a little more sun on her back. “John, I’m really sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” He sat on the edge of her chair.
“How did you find me so quickly? There are hundreds of people out here.”
“My guy called your guy.”
“What’s with that?”
He leaned down and quietly said, “When you have money, Chelsea, people will do some really cruel things to get to it.” Taking the suntan lotion, he squirted it into his hands, cupped them, and then breathed into them.
Rising up on her elbows, she turned to him. “Are you warming it up?”
“I’m no amateur. I know what I’m doing.” He reached for her shoulders and began to rub on the lotion. Then he moved to her lower back. Deciding she could easily reach her legs, and sensing touching them might prove to be a mistake on his part, he wiped his hands on her towel. He was only human after all, and no matter how young she was, she was incredibly beautiful. In order to maintain clear boundaries, he would have to be wise. “Mission accomplished.”
When he stood, she grabbed his pant leg. “Really, I didn’t mean…”
Squatting down, he leaned very near and told her, “Later, when you ask me best and worst, this will be the best, so stop apologizing.” Just as when he left the room, he kissed her cheek. “I should only be about an hour or so more. I’ll meet you in the room later.”
John made his way back toward the hotel entrance. While he would never tell Chelsea, the truth was, he left right at a crucial moment of negotiations. When he read her text, feeling some unexplainable need to protect her, if protect was at all the right word, maybe he felt a little
“No, ma’am. I’m here to watch over you.”
“Watch over me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He made no other comment, and at that point, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Finally, she said, “I’m just going down to the pool.”
“Yes, ma’am. I was told you planned to go.”
“You mean you’re going with me and stand out in the sun in that suit?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sighing, she said, “You are at least ten years older than me. Please stop calling me ma’am.”
Without even cracking a smile, he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
Feeling sorry for him, she asked, “Can’t you at least put a swim suit on?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Okay. Maybe we can find you some shade.”
In the elevator, she texted John: What’s with the guy following me?
His reply: Better safe than sorry. This is Vegas .
A few minutes after twelve, Chelsea saw that John was texting. Excited, she grabbed her phone.
How is the pool?
She texted back: It’s ultra-hot out here. I goofed and brought lotion. Can’t reach my back. Thankfully, I have “the guy.”
John’s response was quick in coming: NO! Will be right there .
Obviously she was kidding. She didn’t mean to interrupt his meeting, and she certainly didn’t plan on the bodyguard rubbing sunscreen on her. Immediately, she tried to call him, but her call went directly to voicemail. It was only a matter of minutes later when she saw him walking her way, looking very intentional. Standing quickly, she explained, “I’m so sorry. I was only joking. You didn’t have to come out here.”
Chelsea’s hair was pulled back into a nub of a ponytail, and her face shone in the sun. Usually, her hair draped over the right side, so it was nice to take in the entirety of her face. Breaking into a smile, he admitted, “I needed a break anyway.”
“I feel terrible. I won’t joke around texting again. I guess you can’t exactly hear my tone of voice.”
“Really, it’s no problem.” Seeing her in her bathing suit, he didn’t regret coming. She looked young and fresh and beautiful. She wore a royal blue tankini. Just as she dressed normally, her suit was more modest than most any other suit he had seen at the pool. “Lay back down. I’ve got it.”
When she lay on her stomach, she reached for her top and rolled it up in order to get a little more sun on her back. “John, I’m really sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” He sat on the edge of her chair.
“How did you find me so quickly? There are hundreds of people out here.”
“My guy called your guy.”
“What’s with that?”
He leaned down and quietly said, “When you have money, Chelsea, people will do some really cruel things to get to it.” Taking the suntan lotion, he squirted it into his hands, cupped them, and then breathed into them.
Rising up on her elbows, she turned to him. “Are you warming it up?”
“I’m no amateur. I know what I’m doing.” He reached for her shoulders and began to rub on the lotion. Then he moved to her lower back. Deciding she could easily reach her legs, and sensing touching them might prove to be a mistake on his part, he wiped his hands on her towel. He was only human after all, and no matter how young she was, she was incredibly beautiful. In order to maintain clear boundaries, he would have to be wise. “Mission accomplished.”
When he stood, she grabbed his pant leg. “Really, I didn’t mean…”
Squatting down, he leaned very near and told her, “Later, when you ask me best and worst, this will be the best, so stop apologizing.” Just as when he left the room, he kissed her cheek. “I should only be about an hour or so more. I’ll meet you in the room later.”
John made his way back toward the hotel entrance. While he would never tell Chelsea, the truth was, he left right at a crucial moment of negotiations. When he read her text, feeling some unexplainable need to protect her, if protect was at all the right word, maybe he felt a little
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