3 Ginger 1.2
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I shrink back, who the hell was this man. I feel my whole body turn fifty different shades of red. I hate turning red it only fueled my anger more.
"Jenny Andrew's this is Maliki Ramé. He will be on watch dog detail for the time being until the culprit or culprits can be found and taken in. The muscular blonde hair, body builder interjects before I have a chance to rip into this rude ass man. I glance back over to the man being pointed in my direction. His expression stiff but calm now compared to just a second ago. I glare at him.
"I told you I don't need a baby sitter especially a useless one like him. He would just slow me down." I look at him he wasn't thin but compare to the other man he was a twig, his body looked firm under those clothes, but he looked like he would be in trouble if he had to stop a mob from chasing me. I didn't need someone who would need protecting. I hear a sneering laugh leave him I narrow my eyes glaring at him did he just laugh at me.
"Jenny, that's rude. Apologize right now." My manger Miranda tongue lashes me.
"Sorry Dodger," she apologizes to the bigger man, hussy, even she chooses him, I roll my eyes. I step over to the one the other man called Maliki. He looks down at me. He has five a clock shadow and it's still morning, His almost black hair is longer, starting to fall in his face, his grey blue eyes pierce through me. I realize he's about a foot taller then me, His strong jawline hints toward Italian roots, the sternness showed age I'd guess mid-thirties. He looks at me like a child. I didn't like the feeling of being seen that way, it made me even less sorry.
I whisk up a smile and bat my eye lashes, "I'm sorry if I insulted you for calling a spade a spade." I shrug up at him. Instead of him loosing his cool and saying he wasn't taking the job. I watch as he folds his arms across his chest, an eyebrow raised in amusement. He grants a whisk of a smile before turning serious, though I think it's more of a sneer.
"Don't worry Dodger I'll take on the typhoon here, something tells me she'll to much for a gentleman like you to handle." I listen to his words realizing even though I just said no he just hired himself. Are you kidding me? I glare up at the man. I bite my lip, seems the more I fight, he's the type to show he's the master. Not that I'd mine that type of thing from a bed partner but not every day of my life. That shit gets annoying fast.
"Good it's settled then, Ramé you know the protocol, first things first you need to make sure the home is secure."
"What, right now?" I scream panic fills me. "Oh no that can come later, I got work. That is unless Mr. Watch Dog wants to just retire now and do me a favor. I'm only here because of Miranda's annoying nagging, it's not as bad as she making it seem." I say laughing outside while I groan inside. Last thing I need is him in my messy house.
I can just envision the mess it was when I left. I never have time to clean it and the maids always quit, heaven forbid I don't get why. I pay them a lot more then most. It's not that bad.
"Not getting rid of me that easily little typhoon." His voice suddenly sounds sexy breaking my thoughts I glare up at him.
Annoyed I turn on my feet "Fine, have it your way, you'll quit soon enough." I turn on my heels of my tennis and stomp out hands cross my chest. No one was going to listen to what I want. I mean things where actually bad but this was last thing I want or need.
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I watching the red curls fall out of her loose bun as she turns and stomps out the office door, I swallow hard watching that small frame. Her hips shift back and forth as she walks in her tight ass jeans. Fuck has it been that long since I had gotten laid. There is no way I would think about it otherwise, she was far from my ideal woman. I needed a woman who was calm, respectful, and knew when to shut her damn mouth, I can't tell if she's headstrong, spoiled, or over compensating to hide her fears. Whichever it was, she was feisty and bit at you just for looking at her, Such an ill-mannered woman nothing attractive about that. Maybe if I tape her mouth shut then it might work. I think to myself.
I had walked them back to her managers green mini-van telling them to wait before leaving the parking lot till I was behind them. I would follow. There was no way I was being seen in the back of that thing. I went from fast sports cars to my motorcycle no way was I stepping down into a mini-van. I shake my head at the very idea. I recall typhoons smug look thinking she already won. Then I pulled up along side of them on my motorcycle. The dreamy look in her eyes was almost to funny, seems she has a thing for bad boys. I gave a thumbs up for her manager to go so that I can follow.
Pulling up alongside of them when we arrive at Jackson & Beckham Photo studio, I remove my helmet. I take note of Jenny's glances toward the bike I lean forward on the handle bars. It Definitely was more attractive today with its midnight blue grill and seat. I had made point to give it a good wash since I had been away for a bit on a previous mission. I watch her eyes skim over it.
She tries to look away acting disinterested when her manager comes around frowning at my bike.
"You're not going to drive that thing, everywhere are you?" She asks displeasingly at me.
I shrug "if you want my protection, I am. This is faster at getting around then one of those." I gesture to the mini- van. The managers face turns red, but I was dead serious and not going to budge. I swing my leg around climbing. I meet her eyes She glared as if that shit would intimidate me. If my homeboy couldn't make me crumble this bitch wasn't going to make me. I scoff a sneer and take lead heading into the building. I had the file zipped up in my jacket I would give it another look once inside.
I can't help over hearing the old hag tell the little typhoon that I was a thug and should stay clear of people like me. I laugh inside she had no idea how close she was to the truth, or how quickly I could break her damn neck or but a bullet in her head without blinking an eye. I look back over my shoulder the firecrackers eyes where darting around I stop and look around noticing her reaction. I feel a bump into my back.
"Warn somebody before you suddenly stop would you." She snaps.
"How about you walk in front so that way I can keep a better eye on our surroundings and keep an eye on you."
"Yeah right, you probably just want to look at my ass." She makes a snide comment. I frown.
"Are you always such a pain in the ass I wanted to lessen your fear by making sure you and our surroundings where in my view." I watch her eyes go big. She bites her lip and looks away, storming off in front calling over her shoulder she wasn't scared, tacking on a stupid at the end.
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Top of the photo studio, she has finally come my lord, but she's not alone. What would you like us to do? Yes of course we delivered the gift as instructed. Understood. I'll retreat for today. The line goes dead, the man blinks out into the sun from his shadowed hiding place. I'm so close I could touch her, so close. His hand squeezes tight. I am growing impatient though. Stepping out from the shadows a thin man in his late thirties, hazel eyes and ginger hair wearing a perfectly fitted suit. Steps back into the building taking the stairs all the way down till he reached to bottom floor and exits the building.
"You will return to me Jennifer" He whispers out into morning air as he looks back at the studio.
I shrink back, who the hell was this man. I feel my whole body turn fifty different shades of red. I hate turning red it only fueled my anger more.
"Jenny Andrew's this is Maliki Ramé. He will be on watch dog detail for the time being until the culprit or culprits can be found and taken in. The muscular blonde hair, body builder interjects before I have a chance to rip into this rude ass man. I glance back over to the man being pointed in my direction. His expression stiff but calm now compared to just a second ago. I glare at him.
"I told you I don't need a baby sitter especially a useless one like him. He would just slow me down." I look at him he wasn't thin but compare to the other man he was a twig, his body looked firm under those clothes, but he looked like he would be in trouble if he had to stop a mob from chasing me. I didn't need someone who would need protecting. I hear a sneering laugh leave him I narrow my eyes glaring at him did he just laugh at me.
"Jenny, that's rude. Apologize right now." My manger Miranda tongue lashes me.
"Sorry Dodger," she apologizes to the bigger man, hussy, even she chooses him, I roll my eyes. I step over to the one the other man called Maliki. He looks down at me. He has five a clock shadow and it's still morning, His almost black hair is longer, starting to fall in his face, his grey blue eyes pierce through me. I realize he's about a foot taller then me, His strong jawline hints toward Italian roots, the sternness showed age I'd guess mid-thirties. He looks at me like a child. I didn't like the feeling of being seen that way, it made me even less sorry.
I whisk up a smile and bat my eye lashes, "I'm sorry if I insulted you for calling a spade a spade." I shrug up at him. Instead of him loosing his cool and saying he wasn't taking the job. I watch as he folds his arms across his chest, an eyebrow raised in amusement. He grants a whisk of a smile before turning serious, though I think it's more of a sneer.
"Don't worry Dodger I'll take on the typhoon here, something tells me she'll to much for a gentleman like you to handle." I listen to his words realizing even though I just said no he just hired himself. Are you kidding me? I glare up at the man. I bite my lip, seems the more I fight, he's the type to show he's the master. Not that I'd mine that type of thing from a bed partner but not every day of my life. That shit gets annoying fast.
"Good it's settled then, Ramé you know the protocol, first things first you need to make sure the home is secure."
"What, right now?" I scream panic fills me. "Oh no that can come later, I got work. That is unless Mr. Watch Dog wants to just retire now and do me a favor. I'm only here because of Miranda's annoying nagging, it's not as bad as she making it seem." I say laughing outside while I groan inside. Last thing I need is him in my messy house.
I can just envision the mess it was when I left. I never have time to clean it and the maids always quit, heaven forbid I don't get why. I pay them a lot more then most. It's not that bad.
"Not getting rid of me that easily little typhoon." His voice suddenly sounds sexy breaking my thoughts I glare up at him.
Annoyed I turn on my feet "Fine, have it your way, you'll quit soon enough." I turn on my heels of my tennis and stomp out hands cross my chest. No one was going to listen to what I want. I mean things where actually bad but this was last thing I want or need.
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I watching the red curls fall out of her loose bun as she turns and stomps out the office door, I swallow hard watching that small frame. Her hips shift back and forth as she walks in her tight ass jeans. Fuck has it been that long since I had gotten laid. There is no way I would think about it otherwise, she was far from my ideal woman. I needed a woman who was calm, respectful, and knew when to shut her damn mouth, I can't tell if she's headstrong, spoiled, or over compensating to hide her fears. Whichever it was, she was feisty and bit at you just for looking at her, Such an ill-mannered woman nothing attractive about that. Maybe if I tape her mouth shut then it might work. I think to myself.
I had walked them back to her managers green mini-van telling them to wait before leaving the parking lot till I was behind them. I would follow. There was no way I was being seen in the back of that thing. I went from fast sports cars to my motorcycle no way was I stepping down into a mini-van. I shake my head at the very idea. I recall typhoons smug look thinking she already won. Then I pulled up along side of them on my motorcycle. The dreamy look in her eyes was almost to funny, seems she has a thing for bad boys. I gave a thumbs up for her manager to go so that I can follow.
Pulling up alongside of them when we arrive at Jackson & Beckham Photo studio, I remove my helmet. I take note of Jenny's glances toward the bike I lean forward on the handle bars. It Definitely was more attractive today with its midnight blue grill and seat. I had made point to give it a good wash since I had been away for a bit on a previous mission. I watch her eyes skim over it.
She tries to look away acting disinterested when her manager comes around frowning at my bike.
"You're not going to drive that thing, everywhere are you?" She asks displeasingly at me.
I shrug "if you want my protection, I am. This is faster at getting around then one of those." I gesture to the mini- van. The managers face turns red, but I was dead serious and not going to budge. I swing my leg around climbing. I meet her eyes She glared as if that shit would intimidate me. If my homeboy couldn't make me crumble this bitch wasn't going to make me. I scoff a sneer and take lead heading into the building. I had the file zipped up in my jacket I would give it another look once inside.
I can't help over hearing the old hag tell the little typhoon that I was a thug and should stay clear of people like me. I laugh inside she had no idea how close she was to the truth, or how quickly I could break her damn neck or but a bullet in her head without blinking an eye. I look back over my shoulder the firecrackers eyes where darting around I stop and look around noticing her reaction. I feel a bump into my back.
"Warn somebody before you suddenly stop would you." She snaps.
"How about you walk in front so that way I can keep a better eye on our surroundings and keep an eye on you."
"Yeah right, you probably just want to look at my ass." She makes a snide comment. I frown.
"Are you always such a pain in the ass I wanted to lessen your fear by making sure you and our surroundings where in my view." I watch her eyes go big. She bites her lip and looks away, storming off in front calling over her shoulder she wasn't scared, tacking on a stupid at the end.
****
Top of the photo studio, she has finally come my lord, but she's not alone. What would you like us to do? Yes of course we delivered the gift as instructed. Understood. I'll retreat for today. The line goes dead, the man blinks out into the sun from his shadowed hiding place. I'm so close I could touch her, so close. His hand squeezes tight. I am growing impatient though. Stepping out from the shadows a thin man in his late thirties, hazel eyes and ginger hair wearing a perfectly fitted suit. Steps back into the building taking the stairs all the way down till he reached to bottom floor and exits the building.
"You will return to me Jennifer" He whispers out into morning air as he looks back at the studio.
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