MY DRAGON KING, MY ALPHA KING

Chapter 1 - Some Like it Sitting

~ Rayna ~

The whirring of the helicopter blades blasted around me, slicing my eardrums and overwhelming the connections in my brain. Did it bother me?

Heck no.

I drove several helicopters and fighter jets many times than I could count, and their intimidating sounds were actually music to my ears. Though never in my life had I dreamed to become a servicewoman for my country, I had come to love the job, and even excelled at it.

What bothered me as I rode the helicopter was the fact that I wasn't the one driving. Instead, I was babysitting a CEO ass who sat opposite me, acting way too silent for my liking.

He looked motionless too, as if he was a corpse. Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the Chopard glasses he used and the hooded white robe he wore, I knew he was staring at me, and this had been going on since the time we met...

But later.

I preferred to delve into that memory later when I get a room for myself inside the secret headquarters we were visiting. It was an unnerving encounter and since then; I had been on edge interacting with him.

"Are you okay there, Sir?" I asked over the intercom, acting like a damn concerned bodyguard wearing camouflage trousers, black jacket, tank top and combat boots. Still alive? I wanted to add, but refrained. It wouldn't be right to diss my temporary employer on the first day of the job.

The corners of his mouth quirked ever so slightly that it almost looked like a weak attempt to hide a smile. It was like a ghost. Existing now and gone the next.

Luckily—or more like, unluckily, I caught it just in time and once again, it unsettled me.

"Yes, I am," he answered, still maintaining that three-to-five-word reply for almost two hours.

"Good." I flashed a weak smile of my own and returned my attention to the sea of trees below us. Now this scenery, I always loved whenever I fly. The ocean too, and the mountain ranges—basically, I loved the beauty of Mother Nature in its most untouched detail. This place possessed lots of it, and I was confident this will make my time here bearable—exactly what I told myself over and over again when my commanding officer broke the news two days ago....

"With all due respect Major, I am a fighter, not a babysitter. I can't guard that man. Put me in any assignment wherever it is located, just not that mundane job of tailing an entitled prick."

Stiffly, I stood behind his office desk, at the center of his aquarium-like office in Washington. My arms hang low on each side, hands balled into a tight fist as disappointment and desperation collided inside me.

I had just only finished my annual vacation with my parents in Maui when an email from him arrived in my inbox telling me about my next assignment. I didn't want to argue with him over the phone or thru email, so the moment my family and I returned to Baltimore, I set out to visit his office.

He actually believed I would be all happy and giddy accepting the assignment, but he damn had it wrong. So wrong.

His features contorted into displeasure when he heard my reply.

"Officer Chase, not all businessmen are like that," he said, huffing in his seat. "This man is different, believe me. Plus, you are the best fit for the job. Your skills are impressive as a pilot, as an explosives expert, and as a combat specialist. It will do well when you guard him. Not to mention the fact that you're a woman."

"How does my gender relate to this job, Sir?" There. I knew it. I knew there was some kind of hidden agenda behind this so-called assignment of his. "I hope you are not pimping me to that CEO."