The Bodyguard (PhaYo)

The Bodyguard 10 - What A First Day

Warning: Mature content coming up! You've been warned. Well, you'll have no choice. This is part of the plot. Sorry not sorry. 😈

*******************

WAYO

"Are you seducing me?" he asks, but I really don't catch what he says at the moment.

I am still blank. I can't seem to comprehend what the heck is coming out of his mouth.

My eyes are feasting though. How twisted can I be, when I am tongue-tied and yet my eyes are busy roaming the expanse of his broad shoulders and chest, those abs and arms. Don't get me started with that precious happy trail.

Okay, these thoughts are all under the influence of the two demons I call conscience.

I twist on my heels again, turning my back on him. Because no matter if I want to do a lot more than just looking, I'm still shy.

What more? He's my bodyguard. I am just a brat that he has to deal with.

"I'm really sorry!" I say immediately, clutching his suit coat tight to my chest. I close my eyes and prepare for anything bad he might do.

I must have looked like a creep, ogling his perfect body.

"Hm? What for, Nong Yo? For going inside my room or...for looking so provocative in front of me?" he whispers the last part in my ear, behind me. Startled and reflex-enabled, my eyes open widely and I grab on him, throwing him on the bed. I jump on top of him, pinning his shoulder with my left hand, and with a raised right fist ready to punch.

His eyes mirrors mine: wide open in shock.

What shocks me most isn't the way I reacted. It's our current position that freaks me out!

I am wearing a thin oversized shirt and comfortable shorts which is half a foot above my knees. Nothing makes it better that the man under me is half-naked.

"As pleasant a first day of work can go, this really isn't how good I considered my first day will be be." he smirks at me.

"Oh my gosh! P'Pha, I'm really sorry. I—" I say, beginning to stand up. I am cut off from my speech, though, when he holds my wrist and sits up. He has quite a strong grip. But not too strong, just enough to keep me from standing.

I sigh in defeat and sat on his lap, straddling him. I suddenly discover that doing so is a very wrong move.

"Like I said, Are you trying to seduce me?" he asks.

I feel my face slowly getting hotter as every second passes. As dreamy as this situation looks like, I am so not prepared for this!

Nestled between my butt cheeks is something hard and long. Don't make me say it, because I know what is poking me down there. I look around the room and discover the magical towel lying alone on the floor.

P'PHA IS COMPLETELY NAKED!!!!

"Tell me, Yo. How do you know my name?" he breaks my bubble.

"Internet." I answer honestly, even if I can feel where this conversation will go.

"By any chance..." he pauses, "...are you using a pen name, Oung-Oung?" my heart skips a beat and the hard rod under me twitches. Oh shets!

I nod in embarrassment, trying to break-free from his tight grip on both of my wrists. I hear him release his breath audibly. I look at him in curiosity.

"Thank goodness!" he smiles widely and leans his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes and I blink mine. Now, I'm confused.

Then, I remember his question. Oung-Oung? My eyes widen in realization. He's been reading my messages! He knows!