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went on to explain that he had been brought up in Texas on a cattle ranch. His father had been a rancher and his father’s father before him. Hank had broken the mould by enlisting in the military, and had seen service all over the world. This had included the first Gulf War, the same as Richard. The hardships endured by soldiers of all nations formed a common bond of friendship and unity. Richard could tell by the way that Hank spoke to him that there was that same bond of mutual respect between them. Another fact he imparted was that Clarissa was in fact his second wife. His first had died in a tragic accident just after Pandora had been born. He had met Clarissa when Pandora was in her early teens. This explained the age difference between Hank and his wife that Richard had wondered about.
The laps of the park complete, they began to make their way along the same route towards the house. As they turned right back onto Eaton Square, Hank picked up the pace. Richard grinned to himself and followed suit, drawing level with him. The run had only been around three miles, which was a nice easy distance for Richard, who had hardly broken a sweat. When they were around a hundred metres from the house, Hank began to sprint. Richard was caught unaware, and had to dig deep to catch up with his client. Hank reached the steps of the property first, then turned and smiled at his bodyguard.
"That was fun, we should do this, every morning," he said, hardly out of breath.
"It was. You’re in good shape, Hank," Richard replied but omitting the phrase 'for your age'. The bond between the two was already sealed, and Hank placed an arm around his shoulder as they climbed the stairs.
Entering the house, they were met by John, who was chatting the incoming and outgoing security personnel. He was drinking a mug of tea, and turned towards his boss and Richard.
"Good morning, Mr. Rogers, I hope you enjoyed your run?"
"Best part of my day, Rob, and gave me a chance to get to know Richard a little better." Hank patted Richard on the shoulder as he said it. "I'm going to take a shower now. Is everything organised for my lunchtime meeting?" he asked, raising his eyebrow as he did so.
"The itinerary is sorted, just need to go through the details with Richard" Rob answered.
"Great. I will see you at 12:30 then" and with that he headed off up the staircase.
"Looks like you have made a friend there," Rob chuckled as he spoke to Richard.
"Yeah, he seems to be a nice bloke" Richard replied. "I'm going to hit the shower. What time do you want to go through the details of today?"
"Meet me in the team room at 09:00, buddy" Rob responded, then turned his attention to the two security officers.
Richard had begun to sweat now, and desperately needed a shower. Sauntering across to the stairs, he made his way towards his room.
The feeling of the hot water against his skin was heavenly. He could still smell the scent of Pandora on him. He savoured its aroma, and his cock stiffened as he massaged the shower gel into his balls and pubic area. The feeling of guilt had returned yet he still felt an overwhelming desire for her. The previous night had to be a one-off, as delectable as it was. His newfound friendship with his boss was under serious threat if he were to find out. Not only that, but he could lose the contract over it, and never gain employment again. Reputation was everything in the Close Protection world; one misdemeanour could end a career. He was skating on thin ice, but there was something about the girl that captivated and enflamed his carnal desires.
As he stepped from the shower room, the sound of knocking prompted him to wrap a towel around himself. Opening the door, the water still dripping down his bare chest, he was surprised to see Clarissa standing there. Even at that early hour, she looked as elegant and ravishing as when they had met the day before.
Examining this fine specimen of a man, Clarissa ran her eyes salaciously down
The laps of the park complete, they began to make their way along the same route towards the house. As they turned right back onto Eaton Square, Hank picked up the pace. Richard grinned to himself and followed suit, drawing level with him. The run had only been around three miles, which was a nice easy distance for Richard, who had hardly broken a sweat. When they were around a hundred metres from the house, Hank began to sprint. Richard was caught unaware, and had to dig deep to catch up with his client. Hank reached the steps of the property first, then turned and smiled at his bodyguard.
"That was fun, we should do this, every morning," he said, hardly out of breath.
"It was. You’re in good shape, Hank," Richard replied but omitting the phrase 'for your age'. The bond between the two was already sealed, and Hank placed an arm around his shoulder as they climbed the stairs.
Entering the house, they were met by John, who was chatting the incoming and outgoing security personnel. He was drinking a mug of tea, and turned towards his boss and Richard.
"Good morning, Mr. Rogers, I hope you enjoyed your run?"
"Best part of my day, Rob, and gave me a chance to get to know Richard a little better." Hank patted Richard on the shoulder as he said it. "I'm going to take a shower now. Is everything organised for my lunchtime meeting?" he asked, raising his eyebrow as he did so.
"The itinerary is sorted, just need to go through the details with Richard" Rob answered.
"Great. I will see you at 12:30 then" and with that he headed off up the staircase.
"Looks like you have made a friend there," Rob chuckled as he spoke to Richard.
"Yeah, he seems to be a nice bloke" Richard replied. "I'm going to hit the shower. What time do you want to go through the details of today?"
"Meet me in the team room at 09:00, buddy" Rob responded, then turned his attention to the two security officers.
Richard had begun to sweat now, and desperately needed a shower. Sauntering across to the stairs, he made his way towards his room.
The feeling of the hot water against his skin was heavenly. He could still smell the scent of Pandora on him. He savoured its aroma, and his cock stiffened as he massaged the shower gel into his balls and pubic area. The feeling of guilt had returned yet he still felt an overwhelming desire for her. The previous night had to be a one-off, as delectable as it was. His newfound friendship with his boss was under serious threat if he were to find out. Not only that, but he could lose the contract over it, and never gain employment again. Reputation was everything in the Close Protection world; one misdemeanour could end a career. He was skating on thin ice, but there was something about the girl that captivated and enflamed his carnal desires.
As he stepped from the shower room, the sound of knocking prompted him to wrap a towel around himself. Opening the door, the water still dripping down his bare chest, he was surprised to see Clarissa standing there. Even at that early hour, she looked as elegant and ravishing as when they had met the day before.
Examining this fine specimen of a man, Clarissa ran her eyes salaciously down
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