Chapter 2: My Body (Heart) Guard

(Vince's POV)

As we drove to the airport, I let my mind go over everything. I didn't want to come be the body guard of Sophie Palmer. The key word is didn't. As head spy of M16, this wasn't my most exciting mission. But the moment I injected the two murders and set eyes on Sophie, everything was different.

She had brown, wavy hair that flowed past her shoulders. Her scent was intoxicating, and her aura demanded attention. Sophie's eyes were so beautiful. A deep, dark, purple. So dark that it looked blue, but was definitely purple. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Her body… oh god. Her curves were impeccable, and she was very bountiful, yet so slim. Those legs… could they get any longer? She wasn't over tall, or short either. The perfect height. She could get rather frustrating at times, but I love that about women.

I glanced over at Sophie's sleeping body, my eyes freely roaming her body. I stopped on her legs. They were tan and slim, yet somehow looked muscular.

Sophie stirred, and my eyes immediately went straight ahead. My body grew warm, and I felt sweat build up under my palms. I gripped the steering wheel hard.

"Vince…" Sophie whispered, turning over to where her face was turned to me. I glanced over at her, noticing her still asleep. She must be dreaming. "No… don't go…" I furrowed my eye brows in confusion. "I… I need you, Vince." I looked at her, trying to see if she was pulling a joke. She wasn't.

"Sophie?" I asked, shaking her arm a little. Nothing. I shrugged, trying not to look at her the rest of the ride. When I got to the air port, I parked my car right at the boarding deck entrance. I asked some men to take her suitcases and my single duffle bag into the luggage compartment.

At first, they said no. I then offered money, which did the trick. I went back to the car as they were loading stuff. I opened the passenger door. Sophie was still sound asleep. I leaned into the car, picking her up bridal style. Immediately, as if reflex, she clutched my shirt in her hands, burying her face in my shirt. I walked her to the boarding deck waiting room, keeping her in my arms as I sat down.

"Soph?" I tried to wake her. She slowly opened her eyes, but I was sure she was still half asleep. "We're at the airport. I'm going to get our tickets. Stay right here, don't move." She grumbled, and I thought I heard her say, 'as if I could right now.' I put her in the seat next to me, rushing to the counter.

I bought our tickets to France, fast, wanting to get back to Sophie, so I could hold her in my arms, knowing she was safe.

When I got back, she was just how I left her. She looked like she hadn't moved an inch. I picked her back up into my arms, cradling her like a baby. The men who loaded out luggage came and asked for their money. As I got out my wallet, I noticed them undressed Sophie with their eyes. I wanted to put pants on over her short shorts and punch the guys in the face. Instead, I handed them each an one hundred dollar bill and told them to scram.

Finally, after what seemed too long a wait, our plane was boarding. I got on, still carrying Sophie in my arms. I showed the lady our tickets, getting on first class. I carefully and slowly put Sophie in her seat right next to mine. She only stirred, then went into a deep rest.

We were currently in New York, meaning it would take about 8 hours to get there. I looked at my watch. It was 5:00 AM. When we got there, it would be 1:00 on my watch. Which is 7:00 PM in France.

I sighed, looking over at Sophie. If she slept the whole plain ride, total, she would have slept 12 hours, including the ride to the airport.

Ahh! Too much math for my taste. Sophie looked completely out of it. I noticed a young male flight attendant staring at her. His hungry eyes were grazing over her body in a perverted way.

"Uh, sir?" I got his attention. He looked at me with raised eyebrows, but it did not hide the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Can I get a blanket?"

"Yes sir." He said, leaving. He came back 3 minutes later, a soft, white blanket in his arms. I thanked him, immediately throwing it over Sophie's body. I heard him cough as he walked away.

"Ladies and Gentlemen fasten your seatbelts." He got over the intercom. I got out of my seat, leaning over Sophie. I put my hands under the blanket, grabbing the seat belt and buckling it on the other side. When I finished and went back to my seat, the flight attendant was giving me an envious glare. "We will be taking off in a few moments."

(Sophie's POV)

I groggily opened my eyes, feeling like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I wondered why I woke up. Then I realized that someone was shaking my shoulders. I sat up slowly, opened my eyes wide, as if stretching them. I looked around.

"Where the heck am I?" I said, a little too harsh.

"You are on an airplane. We just landed. We're in France." I heard a sexy voice. I recognized Vince, staring at me intently. I smiled at him, a full toothed grin.

"You didn't kill me. Your trust level went up, Vincey." I said, noticing a soft white blanket over me. I yawned, taking it off and unbuckling my seat belt. I got up, and bent backwards, stretching like a cat. I looked over at Vince to see him staring at my chest. "My eyes are up here you know." I said, standing up right. Vince smiled and shrugged.

"I know." I rolled my eyes, again feeling like I was cheating on Troy. I shook it off, noticing no one was on the plane, except some male flight attendant, totally engrossed in me and Vince's conversation.

"Excuse me? Private conversation?" I said, wagging my finger back and forth from me to Vince. The flight attendant looked taken aback. "That means," I said, saying my words slow and clear, "Get the hel-"

"Come on, honey. Let's go." Vince said, cutting off my curse. He grabbed the crook of my elbow, carefully taking me down the isle.

We got off the plane, walking through the large airport, looking for the baggage. Vince ignored my constant questioning. Why were we here? Why are people staring at me? Where were we gonna stay? Was anyone trying to kill me?

"Would you answer me?!" I finally asked, throwing and arm at his chest to stop him. He groaned. People stared at me even more from my yell.

"Can't I answer you once I know you're safe?" Vince asked, looking around, proving his point that anyone out there could be out to kill me. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"No." I stuck up my chin. "I need answers if I'm going anywhere. If you don't want to tell me anything, then I'm going to be here for a long time." I said, stomping my foot. Vince actually laughed. As in, a throw-your-head-back-and-laugh-until-your-throat-is-sore laugh. "What?" I said sharply.

"You're acting like a spoiled brat." He said after he could breath. My mouth dropped open. "If you don't come with me now, without answers, I'm gong to make you. And I know you don't like being made to do things." Vince said, amusement in his eyes.

"You're right." I said, all serious. Suddenly, Vince grabbed me around the waist, throwing me over his shoulder. I beat his back with my fist. When he wouldn't let me down, I gave up, lifting my face. People were staring wide eyed at me, pointing and whispering to their friend. "Are you guys enjoying the show?" I yelled, causing them to scatter. "Please put me down, Vince. I won't ask for answers until you know I'm safe." I gave in. He put my down, but after he spanked me hard in the butt. "Ow!"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." Vince admitted. I slapped him in the arm, glaring at him.

"Whatever…" I grumbled, spotting the luggage pick up area. I hurried off, not making sure if Vince was behind me. I slid my way through the crowd. I felt a hand on my upper arm, and my first reaction, considering last time that someone grabbed me I was held hostage, was to swing and hopefully hit. And that's exactly what happened. I made contact with skin.

"Ahh! Geez, woman, I just wanted to know your name." A male voice said. I turned my head, seeing an average looking guy, about 20 years old, holding his cheek.

"Sorry. About your face and the rejection." I walked away, not looking back. I got to the luggage, waiting for mine to roll across. Jumping caught my eye. It was Vince, jumping over the crowd to find me. I smiled. I snaked my way back through the crowd, finding Vince.

I grabbed his arm, pulling him to the luggage. "Don't have a heart attack." I said, joking around. When Vince looked at me, he gave me an icy stare that looked wrong in his blue eyes.

"I didn't know where you were. I thought I was going to die. Shoot myself." Vince was breathing deeply, and he wasn't taking his eyes off my face. I knew he was telling the truth.

"Um… I'm sorry." His stare grew even more hard. It looked like he was going to hit me. I immediately recoiled from him. Vince's eyes softened, and he grabbed me into a hug.

I closed my eyes, feeling truly safe in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his back. "I'm sorry I got upset." Vince whispered in my hair. I gulped.

It felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. I wanted to kiss his smooth, shaved face, yet I wanted to push him away and tell him I wasn't ready. Instead I did nothing, just hugged him back. I told myself I was only comforting him.

"It's ok." I said calmly, pulling away from him. We both took a deep breath. I saw my large blue bags in the corner of my eye. "My luggage." I said, about to take off to the rotating train of luggage, but I stopped. "Listen, Vince. I'm going to go get my luggage, ok?" I said slowly. Vince chuckled, nodding.

I hurried to get my 8 bags off before they rotated for another round. Vince helped when he saw my struggled.

"Thanks." I said after we finished. I rolled 4 of my bags as Vince rolled my other four and carried a duffle bag on his arm. Vince lead me to a black BMW Individual 6 Series Coupé. He opened the passenger door for me, and I sat down, shutting the door by myself. He put my luggage the same way he put it in the Carrera GT. He got into the car, and I was ready to pounce him with questions.