Okay, so there will be things in this fic about the military that aren't completely accurate. My siblings are Marines and my mom is retired Special Ops and my dad was in the Secret Service, but even I don't even know what the hell they did exactly, so I'm just adjusting a few things to adapt to the story.
By the way, there's going to be quite a bit of language in here. Ashley and Aiden are in the Army and soldiers cuss like sailors...ha.
Hope you enjoy it.
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"So, you're lovin' this undercover shit, aren't you?" Aiden asks as we walk down the corridor leading away from the briefing room.
"Hell yeah, I am," I reply. "But I'm a little pissed that this is ruining the weekend."
"Ah, shit, I forgot!" Aiden exclaims, emphasizing with his hands.
"Aw, you don't get to see Kyla," I tease.
"Shut up, Davies. Hey, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?"
Stuffing my face. "Going to Ky's...would you like to come?" I counter.
"Yeah, I would, actually. My parents are going to Toronto this year...don't ask me why though," Dennison answers.
We both reach our respective locker room doors and nod to each other before entering. Aiden and I always do the nod. Tradition is tradition.
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"So, since I'm the bitch boy on this assignment, you want to buy me dinner tonight?" Aiden asks with his best pouty face from the passenger seat of my Cayenne.
That's right, you are the bitch boy, you...bitch boy.
"I don't know, Aid," I reply. "After squirting soy sauce all over my immaculate interior, I don't think I trust you."
Yeah, my 911 Turbo GT is still being detailed. It was everywhere.
"That was so not my fault! You know those packets are fuckin' tricky like that!"
Yeah, but four packets? I mean, he has a point, but he will remain unforgiven.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy dinner tonight," I finally state.
I pull up to the gates of the Carlin residence and push the intercom button after rolling down the window. A voice crackles into reality asking who is requesting entry.
"Sergeants Davies and Dennison," I speak.
The gates swing open and after a couple minute drive down a smooth road surrounded by trees, we finally see the house. It's large, not quite a mansion, but impressive none the less. Okay, SecDef's can't make all that much money.
"Damn," Aiden says. "I wonder what the wife does."
Probably the pool boy.
I cruise around the circle drive and park my SUV behind a dark blue Audi. Dennison and I both exit and head to the back to grab our bags.
As we're walking to the door, Aiden asks, "how long do you think this assignment will last?"
"Who knows with these things," I reply as I hit the doorbell. We're pretty early, I only see two black Suburbans parked on the lane off to the side of the house.
The door opens and I nearly drop my bags. Standing before us is a stunning blonde wearing a sports bra and very, very short running shorts. Her hair's up in a perfect ponytail...damn, this girl is gorgeous. God, she's even flustered and sweaty. Aiden's saying something, but I'm not registering it. I'm currently too enthralled by tan, tone thighs and envisioning them wrapped around my wai--
"Davies!"
I snap my head up and realize I'm supposed to be introducing myself. Damn you, bitch boy, thanks for the subtle warning. Hot blonde sticks out her hand and smiles brilliantly. Oh God, am I swooning? Jesus fucking Christ.
"I'm Spencer," she says.
Thank you, God. Sorry about the name in vain thing a second ago...my bad.
"I, uh," I stammer out. Okay, Ash, focus on making words. "I'm Sergeant Davies, but you can call me Ashley."
I drop one of my bags and meet her hand. Fuck, it's smooth.
"Nice to meet you, Ashley," she says, still shaking my hand. "I hear you'll be the one keeping me safe. Is that correct?"
Oh, yes, yes it is, and suddenly I'm completely okay with losing my weekend. "Very correct, ma'am."
"Well, I'll show you two to your rooms," she says and motions for us to follow her.
I pick up my bag and step in the entryway after Aiden. I close the door with my foot and get in step beside Dennison so his big ass isn't blocking my view of Spencer. He nudges me and I look over to him, grinning like the cheshire cat. He laughs softly and I don't see Spencer until I nearly run her over. Yep, I'm a dumb ass.
She nearly falls and I immediately drop my bags to grab her. Reacting on instinct, I catch her arms before she completely loses her balance and pull her into me to maintain my own balance. God, she's been working out but she smells fucking incredible. She's all but four inches from my face and I can't breathe.
"My apologies, Ms. Carlin," I state. She hasn't moved an inch and she's looking me dead in the eye with a little smile on her face.
"It's quite all right," she says. "And please, call me Spencer," she adds softly before stepping away to open the door in front of us.
I'm stuck on the spot and I can tell Aiden is stifling his laughter like the big douche that he is.
"Sergeant Dennison, this is where you'll be staying. Some men were here earlier and they set up some radios and whatnot," Spencer says, nodding toward the table in the corner of the room covered in Aiden's equipment.
"Thank you, Spencer," Aiden says.
"I trust you can take it from here," Spencer says walking to the door. She taps on the plastic intercom receiver and states, "if you need anything, just buzz down to the kitchen and let them know."
She walks past me and tells me to follow. I do as I'm told. What? I'm in the Army, for Christ's sake.
We down the hall a bit and Spencer looks back at me and smiles. I grin and she blushes. Fuck, she's blushing. She stops in front of a door and places her hand on the handle before turning to face me.
"Sergeant Davies, this is your room," she then turns the knobs and the door swings open. I follow her inside and I see that it's a standard guest room but I'm very satisfied with the size of the bed. I place my bags down and she sits in a chair across the room.
"The bathroom is behind this door right here," she says, pointing to a door. She points to another and states, "that's the closet."
"Okay," I reply. "Thank you, Spencer."
"Oh, you're welcome," she says. "So, what is your assignment, exactly?"
I almost forgot that she's an Army brat. "My assignment is to basically be your bodyguard and escort you wherever you go," I answer.
"So, we're stuck together, huh?" Spencer asks, resting her chin on her hand. I nod and she says, "well, let's get to know each other then. Are you originally from the D.C. area?"
I sit on the bed and say, "no, Los Angeles, actually. I was stationed out here after graduating from West Point."
She seems impressed. Yeah, that's right, gorgeous, I'm a bad ass.
"Oh, really?" she asks and I nod. "Were your parents in the military, too?"
"No," I simply reply. "But my mom is the one who put me in military school when I was eight."
"Ah, my mom tried that, but my dad said no, thank God," she says with a slight chuckle.
Suddenly, my only reason for living is seeing her smile. God damnit, why couldn't she be ugly and uninteresting? My job would be so much easier.
"So how old are you?" Spencer asks.
"Twenty-five," I answer. I was briefed on her statistics earlier; she's twenty-three, a senior at GWU, 5'5", really hot...
"Wow, pretty young to be on Secret Service. You must be something special," she says in with a look I can't really decipher.
Holy shit, is she flirting with me? Ah, fuck yes, Davies!
"Oh, I am," I reply, finally getting myself back on my usual track.
"Well, I think I pretty much lucked out on a bodyguard," she states, standing up. "I have a study group at eight at my house, are you 'escorting' me?"
"Yes, ma'am," I reply formally. Someone would have my ass if I was caught talking to her like a civilian.
She smiles that dazzling smile and says, "good. I'm going to take a shower. I'll be down when it's time to leave, okay?"
I nod and she walks out the door.
That girl is beautiful. Like "most beautiful girl I've ever seen" beautiful.
I am officially fucked.
