5. Katie
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KatieDeacon trailed me as I shopped. This time, I was so conscious of him following me that I wasn’t able to buy a single thing. He was a real ass about the whole thing, too; he kept sighing and checking his watch whenever I’d been inside of a store for more than five whole minutes.
“Are you going to do that the whole time?” I whined with my hands on my hips as I turned to face him. “Don’t you know that a lady has to spend a lot of time in a store to be acquainted with her options?”
Deacon rolled his eyes. “I’d forgotten that little tidbit,” he said sarcastically. “Are you gonna be done soon, princess? I’m starving.”
I sighed and ran a hand through my long blonde locks. People were staring at us, and not in the good way, either. Deacon was attracting a lot of attention; nearly every woman who walked by glared at him. I couldn’t blame them. In the boutiques of Rodeo Drive, he stood out like a sore thumb.
“I’ll be done when I’m done,” I replied tartly. “If this is bothering you so much, why don’t you just go home?” I rolled my eyes. “I mean, I’m sure there’s an issue of Popular Mechanics that’s just calling your name!”
“I can’t just leave you here,” Deacon said gruffly. He stepped closer, making people stare all the more. “That’s not part of the deal.”
“And what happens if someone breaks in while I’m gone?” I c****d my head to the side and stared at him. “Then what?”
“My job ain’t protecting your house,” Deacon snarled. His azure eyes flashed with a blend of menace and intensity that I couldn’t help but find sexy. “You’re my job. Not your fuckin’ Barbie condo.”
I sighed. Just as I was about to reply, I felt my phone buzz against my hip. “Give me a minute,” I said cockily as I pulled it out. “My assistant is calling me.”
“My assistant is calling, ooooh, I’m so important!” Deacon said in a high-pitched voice. He clasped his hands against his chest. “I can’t imagine what she wants!”
“Hi, Anna,” I said dryly. “I’m really liking this guy you picked out. Deacon is a real joy to be around.”
“Katie, are you okay?”
“What?” I squinted at the phone in my hand. “Of course I’m okay. Why? What’s wrong?”
She paused.
“Come on!” I demanded. “Tell me!”
“Well, I was checking my email, and someone just sent me some pictures…” Anna trailed off.
My stomach dropped to the floor and I felt a thin layer of sweat break out on my brow.
Oh, no, I thought. More of those same creepy drawings. What the hell is going on?
“Like, drawings?” I asked. “Or what?”
“No,” Anna said. “Katie, they were pictures of you. And Deacon. Together. You two are kissing, and it looks like you’re standing in the middle of your living room.”
I blinked as my cheeks colored bright red. “Um,” I stammered. “Uh…”
“What’s going on?” Deacon asked shifting into professional demeanor. I shook my head at him, still gaping from the shock.
“They were taken today,” Anna said hastily. “The timestamp is on the photos and everything. Look, I want you to get someplace safe immediately. And I want you to take Deacon with you, okay?”
I glanced at him. “He’s already with me,” I said. “Anna, are you going to call the cops?”
“I already did,” Anna replied. “But they’re not taking me seriously. No one’s exactly making threats on your life.”
I scowled. “Someone’s watching me, through my windows!” I snapped. “Of course they’re going to want to harm me!”
“But there’s no threat in the email,” Anna said sadly. “Just the pictures of you guys kissing.” She sniffed. “And Katie, you might want to think a little more carefully about what you’re doing with Deacon. He isn’t your boyfriend, you know.”
I could have reached through my iPhone and strangled her.
“I know,” I said coolly. “And look, I’m fine. Thanks for your concern, Anna.”
I hung up before she could say another word.
“What happened?” Deacon stepped closer. His brow was creased and for a moment, I thought he was actually concerned about my well-being. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “Anna got an email,” I said quietly. “Someone took pictures from the outside of my house,” I paused. “of us kissing.”
Deacon’s eyebrows jerked high into the air. “Are you okay?”
I bit my lip. “I’m freaked out,” I said honestly. “This whole thing – it’s too much for me.”
Deacon wrapped a muscular arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I was tempted to push him away, but I couldn’t deny that it felt good to have someone hold me like this. I could feel his heart beating through his chest and his strong, warm body against mine was making me feel safer by the second.
“Just breathe, Katie,” Deacon whispered into my ear. “Everything’s going to be okay. You know that, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I’m just scared,” I said softly into his ear. People were streaming around us like a smelly river. They were all staring, but I no longer cared. The only thing I was thinking about was Deacon, and the way his arm felt around my thin shoulders.
“I’ll protect you,” Deacon said gruffly. The sensation of his breath against my earlobe was enough to make me shiver. Between my legs, I felt a warm, buzzing sensation. I was getting wet from the way he was comforting me!
“I know,” I said softly. “That’s what I hired you to do.”
“I mean it,” Deacon grunted. “This guy, whoever he is, he’s just trying to scare you, Katie. Don’t let this bother you. He knows your weak spots, and he wants you to feel like he can exploit you. I’m willing to bet anything that his bark is worse than his bite.”
I sighed. “I’m terrified,” I admitted. All kinds of horrible thoughts were running through my head. No matter which way I thought of it, I was terrified. It seemed like everything was going in the worst direction possible, and I had no idea what to do in order to fix it.
“It’ll be okay,” Deacon said. He glanced down at me. “Why don’t you go shop some more? It’ll take your mind off things.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You think I’m just a dumb blonde,” I said. I rolled my eyes as much as it stung, but I didn’t want Deacon to know that. “Like shopping would fix world hunger or something.”
He sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that,” Deacon said. His voice was softer this time. “But I know how much you enjoy it.”
His words did make me feel a little better. I wished I could do something about the raw arousal that was threatening to gnaw a hole in my lower belly. It was so distracting, like Deacon himself was the one behind the way I was feeling.
“Okay,” I mumbled. “I guess I could do some more shopping.”
Deacon followed close behind as I trailed through the rows of luxury stores. Nothing caught my eye, at least not until I made it down the row to La Perla. They had a beautiful satin mint-colored chemise in the window, and I noticed Deacon’s eyes lingering on it from a distance.
“You like that?” I licked my lips.
Deacon shook his head. I could tell he was embarrassed that I’d caught him looking. “I’d look terrible in that,” he said wryly. “But you, on the other hand. . .” He trailed off. For a moment, just a split second, I thought I saw a blush appear on his cheeks.
“You wanna see me in it?” I raised my eyebrows and laughed. Suddenly, the hormones were raging through my body, and I couldn’t think of anything other than what it would feel like to drag Deacon close to me and kiss him until my lips were sore. I wasn’t sure what it was, maybe a reaction to the stress I was feeling, but I was hornier than I had been in ages.
“Come on,” I said to Deacon without waiting for an answer. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the store. As always, a sales associate flitted close to me and handed me a basket. I piled it with tons of lacy, pricey lingerie without even thinking about it: Cosabella, Stella McCartney, everything that I saw with a three-digit price tag and sheer coverage.
“You’re not really gonna buy all that stuff,” Deacon drawled. He glanced down into the basket in my arms. “That’s like a grand worth of pricey underwear.”
I licked my lips. “Well, I’ve got to try it on first,” I said saucily. “You wanna peek?”
Deacon stared at me. His lips were parted, and I could tell his breath was coming in damp pants. His blue eyes were so dark that they almost looked navy, and his skin was flushed. I stared right back at him. I wanted to pull him close, shove my tongue in his mouth, and wrap my legs around his waist and never let him go.
Without saying anything, I turned on my heel and carried the basket into a changing room. I pulled the velvet curtain across the rod until I was almost completely sealed off from the rest of the store. When I saw Deacon’s boots peeking out from the bottom of the fabric, I grinned and slowly slid it open just a few more inches.
Pulling my clothes off, I stretched and pulled on a midnight-blue bra in lace and satin. The cups barely covered my n*****s, and I pouted and vamped at myself in the mirror. When I glanced over my shoulder at the crack in the dressing room curtain, I noticed Deacon’s eyes were fixed on me.
I stared at him, waiting for him to speak. While his eyes said all the intense things that I wanted to hear, his mouth didn’t even open. I held his gaze with mine, staring into the dressing room mirror until I thought I would make it fall to the floor and shatter into a million pieces.
“Should I buy this?” I wondered aloud. Knowing Deacon’s eyes were still locked on my half-nude frame, I slid my hands over my body, moaning slightly as my fingers grazed my breasts. Since it was almost my time of the month, they were more sensitive than usual. I threw my head back, letting the ends of my blonde hair graze the skin of my back.
Deacon didn’t reply. When I looked at him again, his eyes were black with lust. His face was filled with lust, and I could tell that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. In that moment, it took all of my willpower to turn around and unfasten the bra from my body.
Easing the fabric away from my breasts sent a sensual tingle through my limbs. As I picked up the next piece of lingerie, I turned around to face the curtain. My n*****s were stiff from the cold air of the dressing room, and I knew my perky breasts looked amazing. My stomach was tan and toned from millions of hours spent doing barre work, and my panties barely covered the thin patch of blonde pubic hair growing over my p***y.
“Well?” I asked softly. “Should I buy that bra, or not?”
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