Hello, I hope you're all doing great. Here is chapter five of my story Bodyguard. I'm sorry by advance for the mistakes… English isn't my first language and I do my best.

Arouse (part 1)

A week that I had settled my quarters at Amelia Shepherd and I began to quickly take my habits.
One of them was to prepare the coffee and enjoy a quiet breakfast.
Amelia usually got up after me and this morning, while the room clock was showing « 8:30 », I was in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish sinking.
The day was busy, she had a shooting planned and I did not really know what to expect.
The last drops escape from the filter of the coffee maker and I hasten to pour me a generous cup of this dark nectar. My toast series bounces simultaneously over the toast, which allows me to finalize my morning meal.
I toast two toast of Nutella and enjoy them with pleasure while sipping my coffee regularly.

I hear footsteps running down the stairs and I finally see Amelia appear, already dressed in jeans and a black V-top.
- Good morning, she announces to me when entering the room.
- Good morning, you are early morning today.
She goes to the fridge and takes out a brick of fresh orange juice which she uses a large glass.
- I had a bad night… and we will start the photo shoot sooner than expected…
Shes gobbles her glass of orange juice, then turns to me, looking at me from head to toe.
- Are you ready already?
- Yes, I always get up early… there are certain habits that are hard to get rid of.
She observes me a little longer before taking the floor again.
- Is it a new shirt?
Her question takes me a little off guard and I take a look reflexively on my shirt while touching the fabric with my fingers.
I had not put my tie on yet and my jacket was sitting on a chair behind me, so my shirt was clearly put forward: I had dressed without really paying attention… I had dozens of white shirts and some of the color… including this one, a blue nightshirt that I had chosen completely by chance while preparing me this morning.
- It's not new, but I may not wear here yet…
- It suits you very well, it brings out your eyes…
She makes this remark to me by staring at me intensely and I don't know how to react… I feel almost uncomfortable and I decide to quickly change the subject.
- Do you want coffee, I just made it?
- Yes gladly, thank you.
She walks to the bar and grabs an apple in the fruit basket.
I leave my stool and go on her back to fill her a cup of coffee by slipping a sugar.
I add a spoon and approach her on the side putting the cup on the bar.
- Thank you… Can you pass me the sugar?
- If it's for the sugar cube that you add to your coffee, it's already in it…
She looks at me surprised by this information but does not reply and just smiling at me by crunching in her apple.
I take place in front of the half of toast I have left and take a big bite.
I then see a laugh and looking up, I discovered Amelia facing me on the other side of the bar, watching me amused.
- What are you laughing about?
She laughs even more when she notices my incomprehension
- It's just that… it's been several days since I wondered what was happening with my pots of Nutella that was decreasing so fast… I even scolded April thinking that it was she who cracked in secret… but I didn't even consider that it was you…
I finish my toast while looking down at my plate.
- You know one of my secrets now, I answer her smiling.
Her own smile grows a little longer before she speaks again.
- I didn't know it was such an important part of my bodyguard diet… but it reassures me…
- Does it reassure …you?
- Yes, I know you have weaknesses like all of us…
She then seizes the spoon that was in the pot of Nutella to make it disappear in her mouth and let it reappear a few seconds later, cleaned of the famous spread.
- …and it's true that it's too good…
She smiles at me and I cannot resist almost laughing at her gesture.

The doorbell rang at the same time, clenching me directly and causing me to go back to the « vigilance » mode.
- Are you waiting for someone?
She doesn't answer my question directly, allowing herself to question me in return.
- You all learn punctuality in your workouts?
Her question remains unresolved and she's content to finish her apple by gauging me.
I advance to the videophone and I understand better what she refers to when discovering Jackson at the entrance.
I open him and he walks forward after shaking my hand.
- Hello, he blows me.
- Hello, what are you doing here?
- I'm coming to work, Amelia left me a text telling me that the departure was for 9:00 am… so I'm on time.
I heard footsteps in my back and turning around I actually find Amelia our side.
- Hello Jackson, thank you for coming earlier.
- No problem, I'm here for that.
- Okay, I get my back and we go there? It's good for you Owen?
- When you're ready…
She almost runs up the stairs and I am to return to my room. I go down so quickly, finishing to tie my tie on the stairs and then slipping my jacket left in the kitchen.
I join Jackson in the entrance that had not moved a hair.
- Do you have the address of the place?
- Yes, it's in Capitol Hill… I vaguely see where it is, don't worry.
- I'm not worried Jackson…
We soon hear slamming heels and we see Amelia down the stairs, shoes and a purse completing her look… with a guitar in her hand.
When she's by our side, I open the door for her and follow her, leaving Jackson close the door behind.

We walk the few meters separating us from the car.
I let her take place at the back and join my usual place, passenger side.
Jackson starts quickly, once installed, and the journey begins silently under a clear blue sky curt with the morose atmosphere of the last day of April.
I observe the surrounding through the window and watch from time to time Amelia by the mirror. And at each glance, I discover her, contemplating the surroundings, the pensive look even worried.
I don't dare first to break the silence in the vehicle and then without knowing why, at the end of the fifth look to the back seat, it's stronger than me.
I turn to her discreetly and noting that she remains motionless, the words leave before I retain them.
- Amelia, are you okay?
A few seconds pass and she finally turns her head towards me.
Her face is a little more fixed than during our first-morning exchange.
- Yes, thank you… this photo session worries me a little… some doubts again… but everything will be better in two hours.
Our eyes remain fixed in each other for a few moments, until Jackson remembers us.
- Here we are, he announces finishing parking.
- You are waiting for us…
- No problem, O'. Good shooting, Amelia.
- Thank you, Jackson, she answers.
She stays quietly in the car, waiting for me to go first, which surprises me pleasantly.
I take a look right and left before opening it and let her out of the car.
- You learn quickly, I say in a whisper.
- I have to let you work, right?
I close the door behind her, and accompany her to the building facing us, one hand behind her back and grabbing me with her guitar.
She looks at me out of the corner of her eyes but doesn't reply to my gesture.
Once in front of the building, she unlocks the door code giving us access to the entrance of the building.
She seems to know the place very well, heading without hesitation and leading us to an imposing third-floor door.

She rings and the door doesn't take long to open in front of us.
A young brunette, slender and smiling, welcomes us on the other side.
She walks up to Amelia and gives her a big kiss while blowing a « hello » to her.
I stay behind and finally enter the place, closing the door behind me.
Amelia waves to me, bringing me face to this unknown that I discover for the first time.
- Carina, I present to you Owen Hunt, who takes care of my safety. Owen, here's my photographer friend, Carina Deluca.
This young woman scrutinizes me intensely, then hands me a hand that I press briefly.
- Nice to meet you, Owen…
- Likewise.
She speaks to Amelia in the wake of having greeted me.
- It's all new to tell me?
- Yeah, some days…
- Everything is fine?
- Yes, it's just Richard who considers that we must be more careful henceforth… you know him…
She smiles at Amelia while waving us forward.
I discovered a large room in a loft apartment, which seems to be dedicated to her work as a photographer: gray colored panel covering the wall, three lights projectors and various cameras already placed on tripods.
- Amelia, about the session, we are still on what we said last time, you haven't changed your mind?
I see Amelia think a few seconds and finally come forward to answer him.
- I thought about it again this morning… are you sure it's a good idea, I don't want it to be badly perceived?
I observe the exchange on the side without really understanding what they are talking about but trying to detect any clue allowing me to better understand the discussion.
- Amelia, you know me… we always did things that matched you and that will be the case here too. Trust me, it will be very pretty and elegant… and the visual would fit perfectly to your album.
The photographer then looks at me from the corner of my eye and then goes back to Amelia.
- You will be more comfortable if we are only two? (turning to me) Maybe you can leave us during the session?
I am looking for the look of Amelia who avoids me carefully, but I reply without waiting for approval from her.
- I stay here… it's part of my job.
- Okay, in this case, Amelia are you still with me?
She hesitates and finally lets her answer.
- Okay… I'll see the result anyway… before I decide.
- Good, you have a screen, just on the side to change, I put you a kimono that you can put on and you join me?
Amelia nods and eclipses behind the wooden panels on the side.
However, I remain perplexed after this indication.
- Owen?
The question of the photographer remobilizes me at the moment and I turn to her.
- Can you put the guitar here, just steps away from the lens?
I performed without flinching, still disturbed by this discussion that I did not understand.
- Thank you, you can put yourself behind me on the left side, if you wish, there s a stool for you to sit down.
I settle where indicated when footsteps on the side make me turn my head.
And the sight that unfolds before my eyes catches me completely off-guard…
I actually see Amelia advance to the small square of the room dedicated to shooting… wearing only a short kimono that barely reaches mid-thigh, and wearing boots with heels, covered with fur.
Carina smiles as she sees her approaching and settles in front of her.
I feel the tension rising in me, realizing that this photo shoot takes a turn that I had not really anticipated.
- You have the guitar right here… we will try different poses, I think… we'll start with back shots where you put your guitar on your shoulder. I'll tell you how to place yourself so that you can see your face. When you want.
Carina adjusts the brightness of the projectors then activates to detach a lens from his tripod, making several shots in the vacuum to check the rendering.
My eyes don't leave Amelia, however: she takes her guitar out her holster, holster she poss a few meters away.
She then moves from behind, at an equal distance between the gray panel, placed as a Wall for the photo shoot and Carina setting her camera.
She remains motionless for a few moments as if she hesitated; then she keeps her guitar in one hand and wrinkling of fabric makes me understand that she detaches the kimono that dresses it.
The two pieces of fabric are shifting on both sides of her body.
A shoulder motion from her then slides the fabric against her and she removes the first sleeve of this light garment.
This side of the kimono falls well in her back and what appears before my eyes crisps me directly.

A bare shoulder.
A halfback completely offered to my eyes…
I stay fixed on this skin which is revealed.

Quickly she separates from the second sleeve, the guitar having changed hands…
Carina approaches Amelia and retrieves the piece of fabric she leaves on cardboard at her side.
Amelia stays behind for her part… and I feel almost uncomfortable in front of the image in front of me.

Amelia completely naked except for a skinny black shorty, shaping her buttocks.
I try to react as professionally as possible but my eyes seem to decide in my place.

Enjoying the least centimeters of bareback.
Lingering on a small of the back.
Detailing perfectly designed buttocks.
Browsing a line of legs unveiling a few meters from me.

I realize that I have just devoured eyes, the one that I have to protect… an attitude that is completely inappropriate but that I could not control.
I look down instantly, feeling the effects of these few moments of distraction: a pulse that has accelerated, a heat that runs through me.
When I look up, Amelia stalled her guitar behind her back and Carina is at her side, positioning Amelia's face in profile and recalling her hair.
- That's it, don't move anymore…
Carina returns to a few meters, takes again her camera and the shots crackle quickly.
- Ok, drop your look a little…
Amelia fulfills and looks down at the floor, giving Carina the chance to make new shots.
- Move your hair a little bit less disciplined…
Amelia shakes her head slightly and I'm almost fascinated watching her hair come to life around her, slipping slightly behind her back and falling in front of her eyes… giving me an irresistible urge to put her hair back behind her ear.
- Super honey, don't move any more… open your mouth slightly… awesome, beautiful…
Several flashes dazzle the room while Carina snaps away at Amelia for several moments.
My eyes never leave Amelia… I reassure myself by saying that I'm only respecting one of the basic techniques of my work but a small voice deep inside me, blows me another reason, less respectable…
A reason that I simply refuse to hear.