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Lance pulled up to a beautiful house. It was a modern looking home. I immediately jumped out of the car and ran inside.
Before I opened the front door, though, I heard Jaxon mutter, “-this is why I had the house checked before we got here.”
I entered the house and gasped. “Wow.” The house was very modern with an eco-friendly feel. The walls were pearl white and the floor was a grey hardwood.
“You like?” I heard Jaxon say.
“I love it.”
He laughed.
I walked through the house. There were plants everywhere. “How do you keep plants alive if you're never here?”
“My men stay here.”
I nodded. The kitchen was beautiful. Open shelving with beautiful dishes adorning them. Before I could admire the kitchen more, my eyes caught the most beautiful yard I have ever seen.
“Oh my,” I whispered. I walked through the back glass and looked out. The grass was unnaturally green and a long pool took up a large section of the yard. In the corner of the yard were solar panels. I felt my heart grow even more fond of my bodyguard.
“I'll be spending a lot of time here,” I smiled back at him.
He grinned at me and nodded. “That's no problem, Miss Johnson.”
“Lance is gone, Jaxon.”
“I have men stationed everywhere, Miss.”
“Oh.”
I walked past him, back into the house.
“What room am I staying in?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, mine.”
“What?” I said.
“Well all the other rooms are occupied by my men. I can ask someone to let you have their room though, if you want.”
“No! Don't do that. I'll be fine.”
“I'll sleep on the couch.”
“Jaxon,” I began. “We shared a-”
He put his hand over my mouth quickly, eyes wide and looking around. He held his finger up to his mouth, signaling me to stay quiet. He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me down a long hallway. At the end of it was a door. It was the only door in the entire hallway. He opened it and pushed me inside. He turned the lights on and I looked around.
There was a king size bed with dark grey sheets in the middle of the enormous room. To the right of the bed was a giant wall of curtains with french doors in the middle.
“That's the closet,” he said, pointing to a door on the left side of the room.
I nodded. “Can you tell me why you're being so weird?”
“My men can't know that I call you by your first name or that we slept in a bed together. I slipped up in front if Lance but he's my best friend so I know he won't tell a soul.”
I nodded.
“So, are you going to able to sleep in a bed with me here?” I ran a finger down the comforter.
“No.” He swallowed.
“Why? The doors can't lock?”
“We can't do that anymore.”
“What?”
“I'm serious, Lyla.”
“Ever?” I smirked.
Gosh, I hope this works.
I walked toward him slowly, being sure the sway my hips lightly.
“Lyla,” he warned.
“I just don't understand why.”
“Lyla, it's not right. I work for your father. If he found out, your father would-” he stopped abruptly.
“My father would what, Jaxon?”
He shook his head slightly. “Nothing.” He turned quickly and walked to the suitcase lying on the bed.
He unzipped it. “Your clothes are in here.”
“Aren't we going to your club?”
“Are we still doing that?”
“Yes.”
He groaned. “Fine. Find something out of here and we'll go tonight.”
“I'm actually going to get one of your men to take me to a store. I think I should get an outfit that is appropriate for the occasion.”
“I can take you.”
“No. It's fine. I'll get Lance to do it. He's quite cute,” I smiled flirtatiously. He glared at me.
“Fine.” He stomped out of the room and slammed the door. A few moments later, someone knocked on the door.
“Miss Johnson? Are you ready?” He called through the door. I opened it wide and gave him my most dazzling smile.
“Always,” I said with a wink. He smirked and placed his hand on the small of my back.
As we walked through the living room, I saw Jaxon's eyes dart to Lance's hand and glare. I internally giggled as we made our way outside and to the car.
Lance took me to a lingerie store first.
“Lance? I'm going to a club. Not going to become a stripper.”
Lance turned around in his seat to face me. “Am I allowed to speak freely?”
“Why does everyone think they have to act like I'm some kind of royalty?” I groaned. “Of course you can speak freely. You can always speak freely.”
He smiled and nodded. “I know my best friend. He doesn't get bothered by women. And you, Miss Johnson-”
“Lyla.”
“-Lyla, bother him. I can tell that you two have something brewing and I figured I might help that process.” I laughed.
“Okay, Lance.”
He hopped out of the car and I allowed him to open the door for me. “I'll be right outside next to the door.”
“Come in with me? I might need your opinion on a color.” I asked.
He laughed. “Okay, sure.”
We walked in and Lance immediately grabbed a red silk thong. “This. His favorite color is red.”
“Oh, I'm aware. He stole my red panties one time.” He laughed. “Why silk though?”
“His sheets are silk. He loves the way it feels,” Lance explained.
I smirked. We continued to walk through the store when I saw an outfit that I could not refuse.
“Oh my..”
Lance followed my line of vision and chuckled when he saw it. “Oh hell yes. That's going home with us. You're wearing that tonight. Under your dress.”
I looked at him and smirked. “I thought his favorite color was red.”
“Sweetheart, I think seeing you in that will make him drop to his knees and beg you to fuck him.”
I slapped Lance's shoulder playfully. “Language!”
He laughed and called the lady at the counter over. “We need that,” he said pointing at the mannequin.
We left the store with three bags full of lingerie. He threw the bags in the trunk and then walked with me to the next store. I found a sexy black dress. I tried it on and showed it to Lance.
“Damn, I wish you weren't my boss and my best friend wasn't after you.”
I shot him a smile and a wink.
We drove back to the house, laughing wickedly at our evil plan. When I walked in, Jaxon was nowhere to be seen. I tiptoed to his bedroom and began getting ready.
Let the games begin.
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 12/32)