Chapter 3

Chapter Three

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Wyatt

It hasn’t escaped my attention that I am a big, fat hypocrite. Here I am being guarded because someone is stalking me and I in turn am stalking my bodyguard. I realize how much of an ass it makes me, but I can’t help it. She just draws my eyes to her. Without having to do anything specific at all.

Like now. She’s just trying to do her daily workout and I’m hiding in the shadows watching her body’s every move. I guess no matter where I go or what I do, I’ll always be that kid slinking around in the dark, letting my baser instincts control me, doing whatever it takes to get what I want. And I want her.

I watch her body bend and stretch through the moves. Up dog, down dog, warrior pose, and don’t that one just match the little thing to a ‘T’. All I can think about is some fucked up combination of yoga and the Kama Sutra where she does all her poses naked and a few of them sitting on my face.

I move out of the shadows when she comes back into a relaxed stance, “You have amazing form.”

She doesn’t jump or act like I’ve scared her at all, but I can spot her change slightly. Just an unperceivable closing in probably to protect herself.

“I would love to spar with you sometime.”

“Right? Spar?” She gives me an unbelieving look before walking further away from me to grab a small towel.

“What does that mean?”

“It means…I train to protect people from real-world threats.” She runs the terrycloth along her neck and chin making me jealous that I’m not a fucking towel. “Not a Hollywood stunt job. It might play great on screen but…in the real world…,” she sashays by me driving me crazy.

“Really. That’s why. I thought it was because you could tell I wasn’t about to go easy on you because you were a girl.” I give her a lopsided smile. I’ve got her now. I can tell in the way she turns back around to me and comes walking my way again.

“I wouldn’t want to be the responsible party for fucking up that pretty face.” She pats my cheek in a condescending way. But I take advantage and snag her wrist. Before we can both take our next breath, we are in the fight. She moves to punch me; I block her but have to let her go. Both of us start circling each other.

“I understand, sweetheart. I’d be afraid too if I was five foot and saw me coming at you.” Her brow goes up and she stops dead. “It’s okay, darlin’. We’ll just say you beat me so you can feel better about yourself.”

“I’m five-three I’ll have you know and if you want to have your ass handed to you, you should have just said so.”

“Hand away, baby. Hand away.”

Again, we both circle one another. Both of us know the first one to initiate the fight is going to be at a disadvantage to the other one. I finally give in and go for her. I barely get my fingers on her when she’s stepping into me and bringing her knee up. I block her but just barely.

She spins away from me putting distance between the two of us. I go after her and finally get my hands around her only to have her kick the shit out of me for all my effort. That’s going to leave a pretty good-sized bruise. One she should be proud of putting on me.

“I have a premier thing coming up. You’re going to go with me, right?”

She elbows me and twists out of my grip.

“I guess I have to. Considering.”

“Good. Then I’ll call my wardrobe lady and tell her to bring over some dresses and shit for you to try on.”

“What, you don’t trust me to dress fancy enough for you?”

“Darlin’ I don’t mind if you want to stay home and walk around naked but my agent’s not going to be happy about it and home is the only place I’m going to let you run around naked. So…”

She throws her arm out to try to clip me in the face as I go low trying to grab her leg and throw her off balance. I let her get some hits in. “Hard pass. Like I said, I would feel better being your maid.”

“You want to wear one of those sexy little maid’s uniforms for me, you aren’t going to hear me complaining but I’m not about to let you run around the red carpet dressed like that.”

“Afraid someone will find out you’re a kinky perv?”

I narrow my eyes and use her own momentum to unbalance her enough that she stumbles and goes down on her hands and knees. I’m on her before she can get up. “Not at all, baby. I just don’t want to have to blind everyone who sees you walking around in a tiny ass little skirt.” I whisper in her ear, “I’m not a man who likes to share.”

She jerks her head back and hits my chin causing pain to flow out from the point of impact. It’s enough to allow her to tuck and roll out from under me.

“But I’m not really yours and this is all a fake.”

The reminder has my temper flaring up enough that I reach for her and snag her around the ankle, pulling her back under me and gaining control of her wrists. She tries to pitch me from her by pushing herself up off the mat, but it only pushes her lower body further into mine. “Give me time, baby.

A sound near the door has both of us turning our heads to find out who is disturbing our little wrestling match. Both of us are panting for breath and sweating when her brother walks in. I feel Callie stiffen under me and don’t like the change.

His eyes rove over both of us before he says a word. “I would ask why you’re on top of my sister but sadly I can probably guess only too well.”

“Get off me!”

Instead of doing what she tells me to, I bring my eyes back to her and give her a cocky grin that I’m sure is going to piss her the hell off and pop a kiss on her lips. “Nine tomorrow. Don’t be late, there’s a lot to do for one of these things.”

I jump up before she can say a word and walk over to her brother who gives me a questioning look but I’m not answering questions that I don’t know how to answer for myself just yet.