I yanked Nancy into my arms, and her forehead accidentally bumped against the bruise on my chest, making me groan softly.
That little groan cranked up the tension in the office.
Nancy clung to my shirt, her face still buried in my chest.
Her warm breath tickled my skin, and the itch started to replace the pain.
I tilted her chin up, making her look at me.
"The reason you hire me is to have an affair with me, right?" I asked with a knowing grin.
As soon as I said it, I saw a flicker of something in Nancy's eyes.
She gripped my shirt even tighter like I'd hit the nail on the head.
My fingers brushed the corner of her lips, smudging her lipstick a bit.
Watching that stirred something inside me. I swallowed hard and kissed her red lips.
I started nibbling on her lips right away.
At first, Nancy resisted, her tongue pushing against my lips and teeth, trying to push me away.
But she couldn't resist my expert kissing. As my tongue explored her mouth, I felt her slowly giving in to the passion.
Her hand moved from my shirt to my neck, and she lifted herself, sitting on my leg.
I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer as our breaths mingled and our kiss deepened.
Nancy's cheeks blushed, her breath becoming deeper and more urgent.
After about ten minutes of kissing, I noticed Nancy was struggling to breathe, so I slowly pulled back.
As we parted, her eyes held a seductive mystery, a silent invitation that set my heart on fire.
My hand was still on her waist, and my thumb slipped under her shirt, gently caressing her soft skin.
Nancy felt a burning sensation wherever I touched like sparks igniting.
"If you want sex, just say it," I whispered in her ear.
My warm breath on her ear made her earlobe twitch, and her whole body shivered slightly.
She clenched her fist and lightly tapped my chest. Even though it wasn't hard, she hit the bruised part of my chest, making me almost spit out blood.
I never expected a dignified military officer's wife like her to have moments of shyness.
Seeing this, my desire surged.
If she could be wildly taken by me, wouldn't that be amazing?
And it wasn't just physical pleasure; it also satisfied my vanity and pride.
But we were in Matthew's office right now. He must've had sex with lots of women.
If Nancy and I hooked up here, he'd definitely notice when he came back.
Better to keep this affair on the down low.
Plus, I still had injuries. They weren't severe, but they'd definitely affect my performance.
Weighing my options, I decided to let go of Nancy and stood up. "Alright, I'll be your bodyguard, but let's forget about the money. I'm not your typical bodyguard anyway."
"No way, I can't just sleep with a guy for nothing. Plus, if you're my bodyguard, I have to pay you to avoid any suspicion from the military," she explained.
"Fine, it's your call," I shrugged.
"Then let's exchange contact info so we can stay in touch," she suggested.
"Sure."
I pulled out my phone, and we exchanged phone numbers.
"Don't call me unless it's necessary. Send me a message first, and only call if I say it's okay. And keep our relationship out of the messages," Nancy reminded me.
"Got it, Madam." I sat back and gave her a mock salute.
I understood why she was being so cautious. As a military officer's wife, she had a lot to lose if anyone found out about us. It would be a scandal for both her and her husband.
Nancy gave me one last look before leaving the office.
A few minutes later, Matthew walked in with a group of people. He froze when he saw me, then told his men to leave.
He sat down at his desk, eyeing me carefully. "What's going on? You're not dead."
Was he cursing me or what? Did he bring those people to collect my body?
"Disappointed I'm still alive?" I shot back.
Matthew gave me a look. "Don't flatter yourself. If you were dead, I'd have to move offices."
"But seriously, what did you talk about with her? Why didn't she just shoot you?" he asked, curious.
"She hired me as her bodyguard. She's impressed by my fighting skills. But I'll only be her bodyguard when she's on business trips here. Otherwise, I'll keep working here," I explained.
"Alright, but after the mess you caused in our bar, we can't keep you. Go see Fiona for your salary," he said, waving me off.
"Fine," I nodded and left the office.
I didn't need the money anyway. I had plenty of ways to make cash, and in my free time, I could enjoy the company of various women.
As I headed to the front desk downstairs, I saw John causing a scene.
He was shouting loud enough for the whole floor to hear. "Pay up! Settle our wages for the past three days! We're not working here anymore! We were supposed to serve dishes, not get sexually harassed by customers! Who would stay in such a shady bar?"
"I say shut this place down!" he cursed angrily.
Fiona looked up and met my gaze. I said, "Mr. Nelson sent me to collect my salary."
"Follow me," Fiona said, leading me to her office.