To Protect and Hold

Blair turns the music up even louder when the knocking on her bedroom door increases. She mutters curses at the man banging on her door trying to invoke a response from her and threatening her to open the door. She just rolls her eyes, and continues painting her toenails a lovely violet colour while the rest of her freshly moisturised figure air-dries. When the pounding by his fists stops, she can hear him try a new approach as he batters his body against the wooden frame to try forcefully enter.

Blair snorts in amusement. She won't let that happen again, not with the new deadbolt she installed early this morning. Anger consumes Blair as she thinks about how her stupid ex-husband's mistakes are now costing her her privacy and independence. Stupid Andy. She just had to fall for the big shot FBI agent didn't she? And now look where that's got her?

Even after the heartbreak and messy divorce, she's still stuck in his mess-not really having got rid of him. But what she doesn't understand is why? Sure they ended things officially just 4 months ago but the marriage had ended far longer than that and with the knowledge that Blair hadn't been his only wife; she clearly doesn't mean all that much to him so why insist on the absolutely damned security around her. Obviously no Cartel or underworld boss or whoever Andy's crossing swords with these days, are going to come after a small town, divorcee seamstress so there is just no need for the buffoon he's posted outside her door. It infuriates her so much that he actually has the audacity to believe he has any say in the running of her life anymore after the emotional torture he's put her through.

She forcefully twists the nail polish brush into its pot before glancing across at the straining door. Her eyes are unable to stop from staring at the straining deadbolt screws, which crane with pressure and in the next horrific moment it gives completely, causing a hulking beast of a man to tumble into her now open bedroom.

He rises slowly to his full 6 foot 3 frame, scanning meticulously the area with his sharp, sterling grey eyes that widen at the sight of his fully nude client. He quickly spins around, forcing the blush that takes over his cheeks and the tops of his ears to settle before clearing his throat.

Blair rakes her eyes up and down the fabulously back view of her bodyguard. Christian Chandler sure is something else. With an athletic body frame, short cut dirty blonde hair and masculine chiselled features; Blair could have definitely used him for some rebound séx. Unfortunately he's her stubborn, stern jailer and despite everything she's done to try and drive him away, bribe him or flat out refuse him; he has an uncanny knack for getting his way. For a redhead with the stereotypical spirit of a redhead, Blair hates that he can do that all the more. So she pushes him. Sees how far she can goad him before he finally snaps and runs back to his employers with his tail between his legs. Not far enough it seems. She'd been sure the deadbolt would work but it seems that she'll have to be having stern words with the customer service centre of the DIY store she bought it from.

"Miss White, would you please put some clothes on?" he evenly asks the mask falling back into place. Blair narrows her eyes at his broad, black pullover clad back. How far will he go? Wicked thoughts in mind she reaches for her thin white, almost see-through robe and slips it in through her arms, not bothering to belt it up. Turning down the music she turns back to face him.

"Sure," she shrugs.

He slowly turns around but seeing her in a useless robe that fails to hide anything, Christian's eyes narrow and a small wrinkle forms on his forehead from his disapproval.

"Miss White," he sighs deciding to boycott her little games, "no deadbolts on the door please. And next time if I am to knock, it is important you acknowledge that. Should you be in a captive or dangerous situation-"

"Yes, blah blah blah, Christian. When are you and those stupid Feds that are paying you going to realise? No one's coming after me, honey," she snaps rolling her eyes. God, she feels like a bloody broken record. This must be the thousandth time she's tried to get him to just back off and leave her alone.

"I'm just doing my job Miss White," he states calmly resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Though he must admit, by now he would have thought his job would have ended considering the lack of death threats and much else but then again when your ex-husband is Andrew Fields, it's better safe than sorry. The man's probably got more enemies than all the FBI agents combined. He's good at what he does but as a person; Christian isn't too keen on him. Though he's only met him once, Christian just can't imagine how a man like him managed to land a beauty like Blair White. She's his total opposite. She clearly acts on her emotions whether as a man like Andrew does everything meticulously and calculatedly. Plus, she's way out of his league in terms of looks, which leaves just money. But from the weeks he's spent guarding her, Christian hasn't noticed any greedy money hungry streaks to her, but then again, what would he know? He's only here to do a job, and it's best that he remembers that. Even when she's standing in front of him practically náked.

Blair's fury dissociates quickly only to be replaced with a coy smile and the hint of deviousness in her eyes. She shrugs the robe off her shoulders and allows it to drop and pool at her feet while gazing straight on at him with a smirk. To his credit, he doesn't so much as flinch or trail his eyes further than her lips. A pang of pain twinges in Blair as she realises that he probably doesn't find her attractive. Her body's not as toned as it used to be in her early 20s but her lithe curvy figure hasn't had too many dislikes before in the past. In fact, it's the one part of her she's sure Andy enjoyed which says a lot about their marriage-she realises. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter. It's not like she's actually trying to seduce Christian into her bed-just...mess with him a little. That's all. Actually, it may even work better if he is disgusted with her. That way he may just back off and leave her alone. Maybe even complain to his almighty employers about her promiscuity and séxual harassment.

"What are you doing?" he grits out, his body tensed with fists curled at his sides and jaw rigid.

"Well you're not much of a bodyguard if you don't even know the body you're guarding," she seductively whispers sashaying towards him and resting her palms against the warmth of his firm pictorials. She picks a piece of lint off his cotton jumper and gazes teasingly up at his steely greys.

"Miss-" he inhales sharply slowly exhaling while firmly gripping her arms, "Blair. This is one game you will not win, so be very careful here."

The depth of his voice, filled with promise sends shudders through Blair's body. Her ni??pples tighten against his chest and she gently bites down on her plump lower lip considering his words. She's never been able to resist a challenge and he should know better than to tempt her with one.

"I only play to win, Mr Chandler," she retorts back causing his fingers to dig every so slightly into the flesh of her upper arm.

"Last chance, Blair. Go get dressed and we can forget this ever happened. No harm, no foul," he offers releasing her of his grasp. But Blair's not going anywhere. Not when things are finally getting interesting. Her body's hot and ready to go and her mind's imagining him coming undone at her hands. The thought of having that much power to break through his cool, calm façade is too enticing an offer for her to refuse.

One of her hands curl lower down the cuts and bulges of his well-defined abdominals to cup the stiffening length in his pants. Oh...guess she was wrong about him being disgusted. If his arousal's anything to go by, it wouldn't take him to long to lose composure.

"But I want to do so many foul things to you Christian," she whispers softly squeezing the rod.

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This part is continued on my profile on Inkitt (under the same name). For more details look at the 'Foreword' at the start.

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"Christian?" timidly calls Blair, feeling confused as to what to do now. Lying there with his gaze on the ceiling, she has no idea what he wants or what he's feeling. Her own emotions are a jumble at the moment, especially from the incredibly passionate séx that she can only deem as 'love-making'. He catches her gaze when he turns to the side and with one arm outreached he welcomes her into his embrace. Grabbing the opportunity, Blair presses herself to his side as his arm curls down to rest at her áss.

"What is it, baby?" he gently asks, blasting all thoughts off him being a cold and distant lover from her mind. She has to swallow the lump at her throat at the surge of emotion she has at his tenderness.

"What now? Where...where do we stand now?" she questions.

His cloudy grey's search her face in answer but non-verbal replies don't cut it and he sighs, knowing he has to place his feelings out there if there's any chance of them being reciprocated.

"I want to see where this goes, Blair. I am...incredibly attracted to you but it's up to you. Whatever speed you want, whatever label you want to call it, fine-I can do that. But if you start this, then just know that sooner or later I will have you-heart, body and soul."

Blair's breath catches as her heart skips a beat at the confession. After she let her heart go completely wild before, only to have it abused, she's been keeping it tamed. But now, the hope of having the love that she can give returned has the damned organ clawing at its cage.

"Chris..." she mutters, "I want that too. I didn't think I'd be ready to trust another man after Andy but I want to try-with you. Just please don't...."

"Baby, I can't guarantee I won't hurt you but I can promise you I will always protect you and keep you safe."

She blinks at him for a moment before a teasing grin lights up her whole face.

Then in true Blair White fashion she cheekily groans, "great, so now I'm stuck with a permanent bodyguard!"