It had been a while since I had taken on the job of protecting Rachel Marron. Four years to be exact. She'd drop me a line occasionally I remembered how wonderful she was and how I secretly loved when she was angry. It was a side of her I rarely saw. The night I saved her from that psychopath stalker, was the first time I honestly didn't care what happened to me.
Sure I had always said that, but at that moment I meant it. I didn't care what happened to him, but I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her. The rest was a blur. All I could hear was Rachel's muffled voice , pleading, ordering me to focus on her eyes.
She had beautiful eyes.
I remembered the time I rescued her from the club. We came home, soaking wet. I walked her into her room, before gingerly taking off her boots. She was a lot more shook up and didn't even make an attempt to stop me from undressing her. I had to admit, she was beautiful, but it wasn't the time or the place to get physically involved with her and besides she gave me this I-can't-believe-this-shit-just-happened look.
Then the kiss.
The kiss was amazing. I didn't mind the pain that came from her slamming into my shoulder. The taste of her lips and the feel of her body on mine was better than any pat on the back or award I ever got. I wanted to keep her there, but god knows I couldn't. I wanted to never let her go, but like I said I had to. That made my body physically hurt.
At the moment I was at a dinner. I was currently protecting an wasn't a boring gig, but I missed the action that Rachel gave me. I missed her charisma and her wit and her smile. Her smile drove me insane. I hadn't realized that she was here until I heard her voice. I was in the lobby, when I heard her voice. I walked into the room quietly, expecting it to just be a recording. It wasn't.
I guess the ambassador of China likes Rachel Marron since he was at the moment grinning like an idiot.
I saw her, she still looked as beautiful as she did when I had last seen her wearing a dark red dress,with a rose tucked behind her ear. She didn't notice me until she began her next song, I run to you.
I know that when you look at me
There's so much that you just don't see
She saw me and she kept her eyes on me. She looked to be in shock. I was afraid she was going to faint, but like the great Rachel Marron, she got back into character and continued as if nothing happened.
But if you would only take the time
I know in my heart you'd find
Oh a girl that's scared sometimes
Who isn't always strong
Can't you see the hurt in me
I feel so all alone
She began to walk off the makeshift stage and towards me. At first I thought it was a dream, some sort of wonderfully painful dream. I didn't want to wake up. She continued to play siren, her voice hypnotizing me into staying put. For some reason I wanted to leave,but my feet wouldn't let me.
What was going on right now was sure to raise eyebrows. Still I didn't care. I know she didn't care. Despite the possible hazards and dangers, I didn't care. I didn't. The song continued and during that time it was as if she and I were one, not just in spirit. Needless to say, a famous musician singing a sensual love song to the bodyguard of an ambassador was something that wasn't expected.
By now she was standing in front of me, singing to me, pouring her heart and soul to me, her eyes staring at me full of determination and love.
I wanna run to you
I wanna run to you
Won't ya hold me in your arms and keep me safe from harm
I wanna run to you
But if I come to you
Tell me will you stay
Or will you run away
At that moment she walked away amid the applause. I was certain she was going to kiss me, she looked like she was going to. She turned, and smiled before walking away. I was still in utter shock. I realized I was sweating and with that much I began to walk out for some air, but was promptly stopped by what looked to be Rachel's choreographer.
"Ms. Marron wants to see you." the stocky white man said.
"Are you sure?" I asked thinking this was some kind of a joke set off by the paparazzi.
"She's very insistent.'' he replied.
"Alright.'' I said removing my coat and following him down a long corridor, before leaving me at a salmon colored door.
