Her Possessive Guard

She didn’t bother turning the lights on. Slamming the door of her room shut, Kara stripped off her jacket and flung it in the corner with anger, hot tears stinging her eyes.

She was not going to cry.

No matter what the fuck happened, she wasn’t.

Even as she thought that, a single tear escaped, leaving a wet path down her cheek.

“I hate him!” she screamed, wanting to kick something.

Megan was going to be so pissed off. She’d be mad that Kara went to meet him in the first place.

She sat down on the bed, suddenly feeling cold.

Max. The jerk.

She’d pined away after him for so long she couldn’t remember when it had all started. And now?

Now he’d taken all of that and thrown it in her face, humiliating her in front of Karen and who knows how many others were listening in to the conversation happening there.

In a matter of just a few minutes, she had already begun hating him.

Fucking bastard. He could take his small dick and shove it up Karen. They were perfect for each other. Both were horrendous.

Her stomach growled.

Wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, she got up and stepped out of the room.

She jumped and screamed when a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Relax, it’s me,” Adam’s voice sounded next to her ear.

She slapped his hand away.

“What is wrong with you? Don’t sneak up on me like this, you idiot!”

His eyebrows shot up and he stared at her.

Her chest was heaving. How had she not heard him come in?

She stepped back, her hand clutching at the wall. In the dim light coming through the window, she saw that he was wearing a light blue shirt that matched the color of his eyes, and jeans.

Turning away from him, she went to the kitchen, turned on the lights, and began preparing a sandwich for herself. She heard the flick of the switch and then the lights in the living room came on.

Ignoring him, Kara ducked her head, hoping he wouldn’t see that she’d been crying. Had he heard her scream? A blush coated her cheeks. Shit.

She heard him behind her and goosebumps broke over her skin.

“Are you okay?”

Kara started. He knew!

Her shoulders tensed up and she continued slathering the butter on the slice of bread.

“Yeah. Why are you asking me that?”

He was probably just wondering if he’d really scared her or something.

“Are you sure?”

Why did he sound concerned to her?

“Of course.”

A moment of silence.

“Okay.”

She tried not to let her sigh of relief be audible.

After she’d gone around insulting him about his anatomy the other day, if he found out that she was a virgin, he’d laugh in her face. And that was definitely something that would be ugly.

“Can I help you with that?”

She was surprised to hear him even closer now.

“No, I’ve got it,” she said nervously.

She couldn’t let him see her face. Couldn’t couldn’t couldn’t—

“Here, let me do it.”

He had grabbed the knife from her hand and the bread with the other.

Before she could protest, he had stepped in, effectively making her move away, while he took over.

“Take a seat.” He gestured at the chair with his head, drawing her attention to the tattoos peeking out of the collar of his shirt.

The intricate patterns made her wonder how bad it must have hurt him to get that done.

Quickly, she brushed at her eyes, wiping away the remnants of moisture, and took a few deep breaths.

When she felt in control again, she relaxed.

“Do you know how to cook?” she asked.

Moving back, she sat down on one of the chairs, watching him curiously. He moved with natural ease. Like he was used to it and had done it before.

“I can make a sandwich if that’s what you mean.”

Her face heated at the harsh tone of his voice. But when he turned around and gave her a half smile, her pulse tripped.

Wow.

“Is Megan always home this late?” he asked, placing a slice of cheese on the bread.

Kara shrugged, for some reason feeling conscious of herself. Was her hair okay? Had she sprayed her perfume before leaving?

“Usually. She’s working on a project with some of her classmates. She’s really excited about it.”

“Oh,” he said slowly. “What’s it about?”

“It’s art related. She and the others are offering to help out kids who can’t afford to pay for professional art classes. They teach the basics and coach them.

“It’s kind of an outreach program, you know. It’s a bigger thing but she’s only part of the art section.”

He nodded, placing a plate of food before her. He’d added some of the stuff that he had purchased just a few hours ago.

She smiled when she saw the chocolate mousse. She adored anything chocolate.

“That sounds interesting,” he said, leaning against the counter, a can of juice in his hand.

“It is. Aren’t you going to eat?”

He stopped drinking and looked at her for a moment.

“I’m not really hungry.”

Kara nodded and began eating. She bit into the sandwich but froze when she saw him watching her.

Biting off a piece, she wiped the crumbs at the end of her mouth with her fingers.

“What?”

“You have a tiny mouth.”

She snorted. And immediately regretted it. He looked even more amused.

“Shut up.”

He merely laughed and stood up straight, draining the can and tossing it into the bin.

Moving over to the side where she was seated, he pulled out a chair and sat.

“So,” he said.

She looked at him with a frown.

“So?”

His eyes crinkled in a smile again and she almost choked.

Why did he have to look so appealing? Especially when he smiled?

Leaning forward in his seat, he looked at her mouth and Kara instantly stopped chewing.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

***

If someone had told him a few days ago that he’d be sitting with a beautiful girl questioning her about whether or not she was seeing anybody, he’d have laughed and said fuck no. Like a bloody reflex.

And now, here he was, staring at the brightest green eyes he had ever seen and asking that very question.

He watched her mouth as she stopped chewing completely, going still.

“No, I don’t,” she said in a low voice, her eyes turning wary.

Fuck yes!

His cock twitched to life.

Thank fuck.

“Really?” he said softly, trying like hell not to smile.

He was surprised when he saw the blush rising on her skin.

“Uh-huh,” she said, suddenly interested in the food that was strewn around on her plate, her mouth chewing furiously.

Then she paused and looked at him, her eyes slightly narrowed.

“What about you?” she sounded almost haughty.

He chuckled, “Have a boyfriend? No.”

The blush got darker.

“You know what I mean.” She looked both funny and pissed off.

Adam stretched back in the chair, his hands resting on his thighs.

“No girlfriend,” he smiled at her, noting the way she kept clenching and unclenching her fingers. He was making her nervous.

Not exactly what he wanted to make her feel.

She resumed eating, as though dismissing him totally.

He waited till she had cleared off most of the food on her plate. Then he slowly leaned forward, placing an arm on the back of her chair.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

She looked exasperated.

“Why does that even matter?”

He shrugged and smirked.

“I’m curious,” he said casually. Because I want to be the one that fucks you.

She stabbed a piece of vegetable with the fork.

“I’ve not found the right person yet.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“What?”

She looked at him like he was crazy.

“What what?”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

She turned red again.

“Excuse me?”

“You believe that fairytale shit?”

Her cheeks were bright red now.

“Yes, I do. And I don’t care what you think of it.”

He was stumped.

Goddammit!

How was he going to get her into bed if she was waiting for some stupid fucking white knight?

He wasn’t one. He’d ~never~ be one.

He couldn’t even fucking pretend to be one just to get inside her pants. He’d fail miserably.

Fuck.

And just a second ago, he’d been happy that she was single.

Well, lucky him. If she had any idea about the thoughts that were running through his head right then, she kicked him in the balls.

Oh yeah, he could bet she’d do that.

“What about enjoying your life before you’re stuck with that one person for the rest of it?” He scowled at her profile, as she sat there eating.

He saw her lips curve into a smile.

“I won’t be stuck,” she said softly.

Then she turned to him, and he froze, momentarily stunned by how beautiful she looked when she was smiling.

“I’ll be happy,” she said slowly, her eyes lighting up.

She began with the chocolate mousse.

He was so fucking screwed.