Her Protector

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Chapter 4
“The Morning After”


John woke early the next morning to the sound of his cell phone ringing.

“Hello”? John said his voice heavy with sleep.

“What the Hell are you still doing in bed”? Greg, his boss’s voice yelled from the other line. “I’m not paying you to take a vacation”.

“Greg, its seven thirty in the morning, what the Hell do you want”? John said his aggravation evident.

“I heard that your ‘job’ was seen unsupervised at multiple bars last night. This job isn’t that hard John, just make sure the little brat doesn’t go out alone. What do you not understand about that”? Greg asked in his regular prick like tone.

“She snuck out, but I found her. It won’t happen again”. John said biting his tongue, trying not to lose his temper.

“You better make sure it doesn’t”. With that Greg hung up.

John threw his cell phone back on the night stand and rolled over. He was starting to get angry about last night’s events. Not only did he have to go out in the middle of the night and search through multiple bars, but now the little brat has his boss pissed as ever at him. John’s temper began to rise again, until he thought of what had happened after he dragged Chloe from the bar to his jeep. Everything from the spanking to the fondling session was beginning to replay in John’s mind. John felt the room begin to get hotter, and his boxers felt tighter. John moaned with frustration and pulled himself out of bed, stripping off his boxers and wrapping a towel around his waist, John headed for the bathroom. He was about to open the door when Chloe stepped out wearing only a towel. Her body and hair were wet and steaming from the shower she had obviously just taken.

Chloe took in John’s appearance. His towel was hanging dangerously low on his hips. His chest looked like a perfect sculpture; his eyes were intense and angry. His hair was messy from sleep, but all the same sexy. Chloe’s breath caught in her throat, she was speechless. He was the most beautiful man she had ever set eyes on.

John noticed Chloe’s full scan of his body. It took all of his control to keep from ripping the towel off of her and taking her there on the bathroom floor. John was the first to break the silence.

“You’re up early”. He said trying to make his voice sound irritated, letting her know he was still upset about last night.
“So are you”. She responded him, giving him the same attitude, openly mocking him.

“Don’t make any plans today; we are going to have a long conversation about what happened last night”. John stated trying to sound firm.

Chloe’s eyes met his in amusement. “Ok, enjoy the shower. Better make it a cold one”. Chloe’s eyes wondered down to the slight bulge in his towel. She then walked across the hall to her room.

John felt his face burn with embarrassment; he closed the bathroom door and dropped the towel. He took Chloe’s advice and turned the shower nozzle to cold. After the shower John hurried back down to his room, changing into ripped skin tight jeans, and a white t shirt, that hugged his body. John decided to pull his hair back into a small tie, when he was content with his look, John headed next door to Chloe’s room.

The unmistakable sound of bass was booming through the door. John knocked twice, there was no answer. John took a deep breath and walked in, Chloe was dressed in low rise, hip hugging denims, and a black low cut tank top. She was lying on her bed reading a magazine. John walked over and hit the off button on her stereo.

“Please, come in”. Chloe said not looking up, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“We need to talk”. John said not paying attention to her attitude.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Please, save the lecture, it won’t happen again”.

Chloe looked over at John for the first time since he had entered the room. Her eyes scanned every inch of him. John noticed this, and cleared his throat to get her attention.
Chloe’s eyes shot up to meet his, and color immediately flew to her cheeks.

“Sorry”. Chloe said under her breath trying not to sound as vulnerable as she felt.

“We need to stop this. It’s not appropriate”. John said sternly. “Look, just let me know where you are, when you go and all that stuff, don’t make this any more difficult on us then it already is”.

Chloe nodded in response.

John turned and left, going back to his room. He spent the next fifteen minutes relieving him of the problem the cold shower had not helped. He imagined going back to Chloe’s room, throwing her magazine across the room and burying himself deep inside her. After John’s fantasy, he lay back on his bed still frustrated with this girl.

“What is it about her”? John asked himself. Just then there was a small knock on the door, John walked over and answered coming face to face with Chloe.

“I just wanted to let you know, I have a lunch date in about half an hour”. Chloe said. Her voice was steady and matter of fact, but the same snobby attitude no longer lingered there.

“Ok, I’m going with you”. John answered.

“Sure, be ready in twenty minutes, I’m driving by the way”. Chloe said.

“No, I’ll be driving”. John responded.

Chloe glared at him, but didn’t respond. She opened her mouth to say something, but obviously decided against it. “Fine”. She said, not looking happy about it. She turned and walked back to her room.

“Well, this is going to be interesting”. John said to himself.

* sorry, this chapter is kind of slow, I promise there will be a lot more action in the next one. Thanks ~ S.S.