To Love Jason Thorn (Page 45)

“What’s the problem, sir?”

“Someone managed to get into the room and hide in the closet. I suggest you take her out of here immediately or I’ll be pressing charges.”

“That’s impossible. Our security—”

I held up a hand. “I don’t have time to go over this with you. She obviously found her way in. Get her out of here, right now.” His eyes hardened and before he could move toward the room with the two other men that were standing right behind him, the girl came running outside, still in the same getup.

“You took him from me,” she cried as she ran toward the door. While I was thinking she was finally getting out, one way or another, my eyes caught something in her clenched fists: a taser.

She was running toward Olive.

I growled Olive’s name, trying to warn her as my heart leaped to my throat. Before I could reach Olive where she was standing next to the open door or take out the fucking lunatic, one of the security guys tackled the girl down on the hardwood floor and restrained her hands behind her back, forcefully prying the weapon out of her hands.

Once I reached Olive’s side, I was shaking just as much as she was, if not more. Holding her face in my hands, I forced her to meet my gaze. “You okay?”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She gave a small nod.

I buried her face in my chest and willed my heart to slow down.

She is okay. She is fine.

“Get her the fuck out of here,” I growled when the security guys seemed to be taking their sweet time with the wailing girl.

I pulled Olive as far away from the door as possible. Her skin was cold under my touch.

“Sir, do you want us to—”

“Get out,” I roared, finally fed up. Thankfully, they obeyed.

Before the last one could close the door, Megan peered in through the small opening. “What the hell is going on here? What’s with all the yelling?” She looked over her shoulder. “Did someone try to get in?”

Letting go of Olive for a second, I walked toward the door and closed it on Megan’s face. I was in no condition to talk to her.

This time I was gentler when I held Olive’s face in my hands. She lifted her face and her eyes locked with mine. “I’m so sorry, Olive.” She had stiffened when I’d touched her again, but seemed to relax as I slowly caressed her cheeks with my thumbs. I didn’t like the fact that her face was still pale, but she didn’t seem to shake any more.

She grabbed my forearms. “It wasn’t your fault. I think I overreacted a little. It’s just…” Her eyes broke contact. “When the closet door opened and I saw her reflection in the mirror…”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart,” I said gruffly. It was my own damn fault for not bringing my own bodyguard. “I’m sorry, Olive,” I murmured again and pulled her against my chest.

A few seconds later, her arms tentatively closed around my waist and the tension quickly left my body.

“You took ten years off of my life,” I muttered against her hair. I was holding her head in place, right over my heart.

“It’s okay, Jason. Calm down. I’m okay.”

Did she even know how much she had scared me? “Don’t do that again,” I said, pulling away so I could look down at her. “Don’t ever stand around like that again.”

Her brows drew together, her coloring slowly coming back to her face. “I was wait—”

“Don’t argue with me either. You should’ve waited in my room after security got here.”

Her frown deepened and I matched it with my own.

“You’re sleeping with me,” I announced before she could get a word in.

That made her frown disappear completely as her pretty little mouth dropped open.

So many things to do with that mouth.

So many things to say looking into those captivating eyes.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes narrowing when I let her go and gently pushed her toward my room.

“The bed is big enough, Olive. You’ll sleep in my room with me.”

“Okay,” she replied, finally starting to walk.

“That’s it? No argument?”

“Well, I did get scared, and it was your fan scaring the shit out of me after all, so the least you can do is sleep with me—to protect me of course, sooo…yeah, I’ll gladly sleep in your bed.” She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes all innocent. “It’s not like you’ll touch me, right?”

Holding back my laugh, I shook my head. “No touching, don’t worry.”

“Phew.” She whistled, pretending to swipe imaginary sweat from her forehead. “For a second there I was out of my mind with worry. Let’s go to bed, then.” We stopped next to the bed, my hand barely touching her back.

“Oh,” she said, fully turning to me as she stood between the bed and me.

There was a chance that I was standing a little too close to her.

Her gaze dropped down to my chest and her eyes slightly widened as if she was just realizing there was a half-naked man right in front of her. When her eyes started to trail lower, my skin prickled and I had to fight with my body to not react to her beautiful wandering eyes. “I…I should take a shower first so I’ll just…” Her eyes jumped between my eyes and collarbone. “I’ll head to the other room and grab…my things. I’ll be right back.” She patted my arm and ran away.

Chuckling, I got into bed.

Twenty minutes had passed when she finally put her knee on the right side of the bed and climbed up next to me. There was too much space between our bodies for us to ever come in contact, but instead of lying on the very edge of the bed like I was doing, she quietly got under the covers and settled in the middle.

I tensed.

Maybe she just wanted to lay in the middle so we could share the covers without having to pull on them? Or maybe she was a turner, and to avoid tumbling down, she needed to fall asleep far away from the edge? Either way, I would stay on my side so it was okay.

Everything would be fine.

Another ten minutes passed and thanks to Olive’s tossing and turning, I was still wide awake.

Every single time she turned, moved, fluffed her pillow, or quietly sighed, my body got a reminder of her presence and of course acted accordingly. Hell, even her breathing was starting to get to me.

Groaning, I turned to my right to see her back facing me.

“Jas—” she started to whisper, but before she could finish my name, I reached out, splayed my hand on her stomach—thank god she was at least wearing something—and pulled her back against my chest.

She gasped and her body stilled. For a moment, I didn’t know what I should do with my hand, but then I decided to rest my palm on the bed, still keeping my arm against her stomach, caging her in. At least this way she would stop tossing and turning and we would finally go to sleep.

“Jason? Are you sleeping?” she whispered, not turning her head.

“What do you think?” I muttered.

“Sorry. I can leave if you want—”

My chest still cushioning her back, I pulled my hips a few inches back—just to make sure she wouldn’t feel anything she wasn’t supposed to feel—and gave her body a gentle tug with my arm.

“Go to sleep, Olive.”

“Oh, okay,” she murmured.

A few minutes later, just when I was about to fall asleep, she started to wiggle her bottom. The little minx managed to rest her ass right above my dick. One wrong move and my already raging dick would have been resting right against her round, shapely ass—not that I had spent much time looking at it…