The Bodyguard

Chapter 11

"So, you're still sleeping in the same room as me?"

"Of course."

"Right." Hannah's words run through my head again, and I can't help but to think she's right. But can I really seduce him? Will he go for it? I sense his eyes on me as I go over to the bed. "Is it hot in here?"

"No?"

"Well, I feel hot."

"Okay."

"I can't sleep like this." I gesture down to my pajamas, and he gives me a confused look. "Then just change into something else?"

"Good idea. Do you maybe have a t-shirt I can wear?"

"Don't you have your own clothes?" he asked, suspiciously.

"They're all very tight."

"I'm sure you can find a solution." Maybe I should change? Here goes nothing. I look away from him and peel my top over my head, slowly and teasingly, revealing my black lace bra I put on earlier. My bottoms are the next to go, putting my satin thong on display. I stretch and give him a front-row view. "Ah. Much better." I hear his breathing stop. I glance at him, but his eyes are focused on the ground. Even though he's being polite and giving me privacy, the hungry look in his eyes tells me he'd rather be doing something else.

Maybe I should listen to Hannah more often. I head over to the bed and quietly pull the covers up around me. I can hear him trying to calm his breathing. I must have affected him that much. As I'm staring at the ceiling getting lost in my thoughts I hear him whisper, "Goodnight, Charlotte."

"Goodnight, Jamie." The next morning, my mind is made up. Mission Seduce Jamie is in the process. Teasing is fun, but I need to turn it up a notch by picking an outfit that's going to help me...One without a bra. I changed into a short top and joggers, exposing the right places. Perfect. Time to put my plan in motion.

When he comes into the kitchen, I'm almost finished making our breakfast.

"Good morning! I've got eggs and pancakes, but the bacon isn't done yet. There's also some fruit if you prefer a lighter option. Have a seat?"

He looks at me suspiciously. "What's all this for?"

"Oh, this? I just wanted to do something nice for you since you've been an amazing bodyguard."

"Have I?"

I lean over to hand him a plate and his eyes lower from my face to my chest, but he immediately looks away.

Okay, not the reaction I wanted. "Want anything to drink?"

"No thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Mrs. Lexington."

God, I hated being called Mrs. I thought to myself, why is he being all formal and polite? "Okay..."

He walks over to the table and sits down. I turn off the stove and join him. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept fine, thank you."

"Even on the air mattress?" He nods and takes a bite of a pancake. Jamie has amazing self-control. Maybe I should take it up a notch or two. 

I spread out the chocolate over my pancakes and then bring a piece to my mouth, letting the chocolate drip a little over my lower lip. "Oops." I lick my lower lip seductively, but he avoids my gaze. What in the hell is going on? He's not reacting to anything. The rest of the breakfast was an uncomfortable silence. Whenever I try to start a conversation, he ends it with a one-worded answer.