Title : Loving You
Author : PinayBrat
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Rating : PG-13 {Just to be on the safe side just incase I decide to add a few intimate scenes in here. Lolz!}
Summary : 21-year-old Helga Pataki had everything. Fame, fortune, adoring fans. There was only one problem. She had a determined killer on her hands. 22-year-old Arnold Hargan, with all of his handsome glory, is then assigned to be her bodyguard whilst trying to crack the case. First impression is definitely out of the question, as their first meeting isn't really what you would've called a "cup of tea". But beneath their feuds, arguments, and witty comebacks . . . can there be love?
Author's Note: Oh Goody! It's me again! Disappointed? Well .. sorry about that! ^-^! Lolz! Ne * wayz . . . here goes chapter one of "Loving You"! Enjoy!
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Getting out of the white limousine that the actress' manager had insisted he ride in to the studio, he grabbed his suitcase and made his way into the building. He was DEFINITELY not in a good mood this morning. Not only did he have to wake up at 5:30 A.M. due to the fact that he had his human alarm clock, which consisted of a limo driver sitting on his couch and sipping a cup of coffee, but he also didn't sleep till 1:00 that same morning. He and the boys had gone out for lunch.. which turned out longer than he thought when he found himself drunk and making moves on a whore at a local club.
He grimaced at the thought. Why he actually got drunk for the first time in his life was beyond him. It was probably due to the fact that he had the "honor" of cracking a nerve-racking case with a probably snobby, good-for-nothing actress. With this thought, he was soon brought back to reality as he pushed through the revolving doors of the studio.
What he saw sure didn't help his throbbing headache as bustling make-up artists, hair stylists, camera crews, and other famous faces he was a little familiar with confronted him. "This day couldn't POSSIBLY get any worse." He muttered to himself as he set his suitcase down next to his feet.
"Oh! You must be the bodyguard I've hired!" came a sweet, bitter, UNMANLY voice. He turned around slowly, only to find a brunette looking him up and down with obvious liking. 'I spoke too soon . . . ' he thought.
Mustering a strained smile, he extended a hand. "Yes, Agent Arnold Hargan, at your service. And you must be Mrs. Ruth McDougal, Helga Pataki's manager?"
Ruth McDougal bated her eyelashes as she shook his hand. "MS. McDougal actually."
Arnold took an immediate disliking to her. 'Great .. another fawning woman I have to deal with . . . '
He chuckled humorlessly, "Heh . . . yeah."
"Follow me Arnold . . . you don't mind me calling you Arnold, do you? Or perhaps.. Arny?" Ruth asked, with a slight pout.
'I'd rather vomit and kill myself . . . ' he thought. But out loud he gave her his lady-killing smile. "Um . . . I think Arnold will do."
She led him into a messy office, with file cabinets half shut, and papers scattered everywhere. "Please, make yourself comfortable." Ruth said seductively, as she summoned a redheaded boy with freckles lining up his face to her. "Eugene Horowitz, please tell Ms. Pataki that her bodyguard has arrived."
The boy, now known as Eugene, nodded his head in understanding as he made his way out the office. But not before running into some stage plants, a table filled with food for the casts, and a few cameras here and there. "I'm ok . . . "
Ruth giggled bitterly. "Don't mind him. He's always been like that."
They both sat in the uncomfortable silence. Well, for Arnold's part anyway. Ruth basked in the delight of checking him out and smiled approvingly at what she saw.
"Yeah what is it, Ruth?" came a melody-like voice coming from the threshold.
Arnold almost fell out of his chair at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful female he had ever saw. Maybe even more so.
Helga took one look at him, rolled her eyes, and shifted her attention back to her manager.
"Helga, meet Mr. Arnold Hargan. He's an agent from the FBI and will serve as your bodyguard for the time being . . . until you go back to California."
Arnold remained silent, watching the fair-headed beauty sigh.
Wait . . . beauty? Since when did he actually pay attention to the way a woman looked? Much less, even pay attention?!? He didn't like the way this woman was making him feel. Not one bit. It's not like he paid any attention to how her baby blue tank top seemed to hug her divine curves and accented her cerulean eyes. Nor did he pay attention to how her long, slim, FLAWLESS legs seemed to go on forever. Or how her long, blonde hair flowed down from its messy bun and framed her oval face giving her an almost unearthly appearance. And . . . he groaned inwardly. 'Women . . . it'll be the death of the men species.' He thought with a slight chuckle.
Looking up, he was surprised to see both Ruth and Helga looking at him with an odd expression. Settling a hand on her curvaceous hip, Helga frowned. "Mr. Hargan, I'm sorry if this whole situation amuses you, or maybe it's me that you seem to find amusing. But I on the other hand, can't find ANY of this entertaining. So I shall repeat this one more time . . . when we arrive at my penthouse, you will sleep in the guestroom. I will be meeting up with my fiancéé for dinner tonight at seven. I understand that you have to be with me at all times. But this shall be an exception. Got it?"
Helga smirked. This was going to be easier than she thought. She watched his dumbstruck face with glee. 'Some bodyguard. He's too easy to manipulate.' She thought with a slight tsk.
Arnold on the other hand was half shocked and half pissed off. Well, ok . . . maybe a little bit MORE pissed off. But he was still shocked nonetheless. No woman had ever stood up to him, with the exception of his boss Lila, and he had to admit, he was growing a liking to this little vixen. She had a tongue on her alright, but she surely was no match for him.
He frowned seeing her satisfied smirk. 'Well Ms. Pataki. Two can play this game.'
Arnold grinned. "Great! I'm starving! 7:00 tonight is fine with me. I trust that your fiancéé will pay for us both, right? Oh and by the way, no rich restaurants please. I'd rather go to some fast food joint if it's alright with the both of you."
Helga blinked. This was DEFINITELY not going the way she thought it would. "B...b..but.."
Standing up, Arnold walked towards the door. "Ladies first, Ms. Pataki." His voice dripping with sarcasm.
Clenching her fists by her sides, Helga fumed. 'The nerve of this man!!!'
Walking out of the door, she made sure that she stepped on his feet on the way out.
Arnold hid a smile, as he closed the office door behind him . . . forgetting all about Ruth McDougal . . . who held a none-too-pleased expression.
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Sorry for the short chapter! But I thought that I should end it here! ^-^ Ne * wayz . . . what do you guys think of this? Please let me know by reviewing! Oh, and if by any chance any of you guys have watched Hey Arnold! the movie, can you please email me and put my mind to rest by telling me if the rumors are true about Helga confessing her love to Arnold and the whole kissing scene? Was it just a dream? How did Arnold react to it? Please, please, PLEASE email me! I'm BEGGING you! -.-;
