Ever woken up in a good mood only to have it go downhill real fast? Today’s Snippet is about bad moods. Sam’s mood has been in a downward spiral all day. It started the night before when he found someone had broken into his apartment and left him a threatening message. It got worse when Chad, his second-in-command, insisted he accept a detail of bodyguards. It hit rock bottom when Chad made Rosie Ramos the head of his detail of Close Protective officers. Rosie! Not that she’s not a perfectly capable CPO, she is, but damn it, he’s been attracted to her for over a year, able to only look but not touch since she’s his employee. Now he’s got to be around her 24/7. Yup, it’s enough to put any guy in a bad mood…
The limo pulled into the underground parking lot and past his Jag. A sigh escaped Sam as they cruised past his Harley. The crisp October day would have been perfect to drive his Road King. Instead he was cooped up like a damned dog in the back of the limo that finally stopped near the elevator where Rosie was waiting.
Damn it, why had Chad insisted on Rosie Ramos as his lead CPO? If he’d wanted a woman to accompany him to any upcoming parties or meet ’n greets—the reason Chad had given him—why not McKee or Anderson? Neither of those women got his cock twitching like Rosie did.
The fantasy he’d had of getting her alone in his apartment hadn’t included her wearing a gun and acting in as his personal bodyguard. All right, maybe one had. But, damn it, if a bullet was going to be aimed in his direction, there was no way in hell he wanted the little spitfire throwing herself in its path. He’d rather have her throw herself in his bed. Go down on her knees and unzip his fly… Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
“All clear, Mr. Watson,” Rosie said quietly.
“Of course it is.” Sam ducked his head and clambered out of the limo, then stomped to the elevator. Goddamn it, she’d even acquired a key to the elevator, locking the door open so no one else could use it. He ignored that it was standard operating procedure and lashed out, “You think other people might not need the goddamned elevator?”
“Better than having the door open and somebody shoot you from inside. Besides there are other elevators still available.”
Her voice was so damned reasonable. Placating. Like he was some baby to be soothed out of a tantrum.
Which is exactly how he was behaving but goddamn it, his people were supposed to be protecting others. Not him.
She turned the key and let the door close, pressing the button for the penthouse. The elevator began to rise, a quiet chime announcing each floor they passed. And with each ding, Sam became more and more aware of the delicate smell of apricot shampoo and woman filling the confined area. He closed his eyes, trying not to deliberately inhale great lungfuls of that amazing scent.
As long as she was around him, he’d not sleep. Instead he’d be staring at the ceiling imagining what it would feel like to cup her breasts in his hands, to unzip her pants and nudge aside that blue thong. Imagine going down on her and tasting her honey. When she’d been in the gym doing those stretches, he’d obsessed about some of the positions she could get into while he fucked her. Then in his office while Chad had been briefing her, he’d pictured her stretched out over his desk, her legs hitched over his shoulders. And now she’d be in the next apartment, so damned available.
“Mr. Watson, do you have a problem with me guarding you?”
“Nope.” He couldn’t help that his answer sounded like a growl. He had one helluva a problem and at the moment it was punching against his zipper. He shifted his briefcase so she wouldn’t see his hard-on.
“I mean, do you have a problem with a woman guarding you?”
Shit! She thought he didn’t want her because she was a woman? Why not add sexual discrimination to the mix today? He exhaled and opened his eyes. “No, Ms. Ramos, I do not have a problem a female operative leading my team.”
“Then do you have a problem with me personally?”
Was it a problem that he was imagining pinning her up against the wall and ramming into her until she screamed her release? How the hell did he explain that to her without getting slapped with a sexual harassment suit in addition to the discrimination one?
“If I didn’t have complete confidence in your abilities, you wouldn’t work for Hauberk, and Chad wouldn’t have personally chosen you as team leader.”
That must have been the answer she was looking for. She nodded, and her shoulders imperceptibly relaxed. “Thank you.”
“I’m pis—ticked off at whoever is sending those damned photographs, and I fu—frickin’ don’t like having to accept that I had to ask my own people to protect me. Leaves me damned twitchy. So don’t take my grouchiness personally, Ms. Ramos. It’s not directed at you.”
No, what was pointing directly at her was his goddamned dick.
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