Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All the characters are my own, completely fictional with borrowed names to comply with the fan fiction genre. They should not be confused with any person living or dead. I am not now nor have I ever been affiliated with any professional wrestler or wrestling company. No disrespect intended.

Chapter 8

(Dean)

"I think you like me mutt." I spoke to Ricky that night as I laid in the guest room. The dog laid on the empty side of the bed and let out a snort. I laughed. The dog seemed to be a bit of a smart as himself. I stroked the dog's fur as he stared at the ceiling.

I'd only spent one day with Baylee, but it was enough to send a shiver of electricity through my heart. There was nothing underhanded or sneaky about her. I was sure of it.

I could understand why Lesner feared losing her. She was a beautiful woman who spent a lot of time away from home. She was the type of woman that kept you on your toes. She was smart, kind hearted and unexpectantly spat out silly smart ass comments as they were deserved. I knew my Lesner loved her very much. I mean, I'd barely knew her and she'd already had me wishing … but those feelings would fade away just as quickly. Once I reported Baylee's activities, my assignment, his fears would be laid to read and my services would no longer be needed.

Two doors over, I imagined Baylee was getting ready for bed. Probably letting her hair done. I bet it fell softly across her back. I bet if fanned the pillow when she slept.

"You have to stop this, man." I ran my hands violently over my face. "She's just a job." But I could still smell her perfume. It lingered long after she'd brought a handful of towels into my room.

I got up out of bed and cracked my neck before I dropped to the floor and did a series of pushups until the romantic urges left my body.

I laid back down on the bed and I tried to relax. There was no real threat. The house was in severely secure gated community. I saw no evidence of a stalker. No one seemed to follow Baylee that day. No one approached her that I suspected could want to harm her. I had nothing to worry about. Nothing to stay alert for but I'd always hated living at my job. It felt like I was never off the clock and that made it hard to sleep.

And Baylee had made me feel so welcome and the bed was soft, the best I'd ever laid in. I almost hated that the job was going to end soon and made a mental note to find out what kind of mattress I was laying on so could replace the one I had at home.

Ricky emitted a soft, light bark and stood up. His gazed at the door, then at me, wagging his tail, then ran to the door. I got up and inched the door to find Baylee walking away from her bedroom.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"I guess I'm not ready to sleep," she gave me an apologetic smile as she passed.

"I guess that mean we're having trouble sleeping." I told the dog. "Come on." I slipped a shirt on and followed her downstairs.
"You don't' have to babysit me." She was sitting at the small breakfast nook with a glass of milk staring at a black, starless night through a bay window.

I strolled to the fridge and poured myself a glass of milk, then took out a plate and fork and helped myself to a slice of cake from plate on the counter. I sat down across from her and put a forkful in my mouth.

"Nah. I'm not doing that. I always search for a snack in the middle of the night." She probably thought I assumed she was trying to sneak out of the house to meet her lover. But I no longer thought she was the type.

"I know why you're here." She spoke in a soft, sad whisper. "You know, I thought that Brock had hired because of what happened to my father. I thought he cared …" She wiped away a tear. "But I know that he hired you for a different reason." She gazed with squinted accusation. "You were with me all day. Rather you believe it or not, that's all I ever do. Did I do something that could be construed as adulteress? Do I sound flirty when I talk to men? If so, I can stop it and he won't …"

"You didn't do anything like that."

"I don't understand. I mean I do … but I don't want to believe …" She took a deep breath. "I really thought you were here because of my father's phone call."

"When I was hired, your husband said he received a lot of threats because of his job and he wanted to be sure no one came after you, but when I got here, he seemed to be more concerned about other things."

"Brock's been threatened, too?" a fearfully concerned expression crossed her face. "Oh no …"

"No one is after him." I said with a chuckle. "He wanted me to think he was … I don't know … more important than he was, but I do my homework. That's your father's story. Not your husband's." I couldn't lie to her. For the first time I felt

More loyalty to my target than my employer.

"I know about Daddy."

"Baylee," I reached across the table and touched her hand. "Have these people made threats against you?"

"I don't know." She sighed. "Daddy just told me not to leave the house without Brock."

Yeah, someone definitely threatened her. The man just didn't want to scare the shit out of his daughter. Maybe my job there wasn't done.

Baylee let out a gasp.

"What? What is it?" I jumped to my feet and leaned over her to look at what she was looking at.

"I don't know … I thought I saw something."

"Saw something or someone?"

"A face. Just outside the window."

"Stay here." I pulled the gun from the waistband of my jeans and headed outside. Carefully and as quietly as I could I headed toward the window.

Baylee screamed. I ran just in time to see a hooded figure pressed against the window staring inside. He ran the moment Baylee screamed. I took off after him. He wore all black and it made it hard for me to see him.

"Damn it."

I headed back inside and locked the door behind me.
"Are you okay?"

She stood shaking in the kitchen. I didn't put my gun away, but moved closer to her.

"Hey," I slightly raised my voice to get her attention. "They'll have to kill me to get to you." I assured her. "That's my job and I'm not easy to kill."

"Promise?"

"I guarantee it."

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