After packing and settling in, I changed from my uniform to a pair of straight leg jeans and a tan PT shirt...most comfortable shirts ever. Now, I'm laying on the bed and I'm planning on taking a nap or maybe I could daydream about Spencer in the sho--
Ta-da, Dennison barges into my room.
"Ever heard of knocking, Aiden?" I state, sitting up.
"Well, yeah, but it's just you, Davies," he replies.
"If I had been naked, I would've kicked your ass."
Aiden smiles and says, "if you had been naked, I would have let you."
I shake my head. "What do you want, anyway?"
He throws me an earpiece and a receiver. "Just getting you prepared to take Carlin out," he says.
As if on cue, Spencer walks into my room and looks to me. "Hey, you ready to go?"
"Uh, yeah," I stammer. "I just have to get my holsters on and my earpiece in."
I grab my shoulder holster off the bed and swing it around my back. Once that's secure, I reach for my ankle holster and strap it on my right ankle. I grab my SIG Sauer from from the bed, check the mag and safety and tuck it into the holster on my side and repeat the step with my mini-glock before tucking that into the ankle holster. I put the earpiece in my ear and as Aiden steps behind me to set the receiver, I chance a look at Spencer and she seems somewhat intrigued by our routine.
Now, of course, I don't always need guns. I can kick someone's ass hand-to-hand anytime. I'm one trained motherfucker that you don't want to cross. Dennison, on the hand, is a wuss. Major wuss.
"Ready when you are, gorgeous," I say with a smile. Wait, shit...I said that last bit out loud. I grab my black jacket and throw it on, trying to look as professional as possible.
She blushes and I realize that I am enamored by this girl. Aiden is chuckling behind me so I elbow him before he finishes what he's doing. When he's finished, he walks over to the table to test the equipment.
After that, I say, "all right, so you'll be coming with me, Spencer. Aiden and another member of our unit will be following us in a Suburban."
She smiles. God, she smiles. "Okay. Is it okay if we stop at Starbucks though? I have a feeling I'll be up pretty late tonight."
"Of course, Ms. Carlin," I reply.
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We exit the house and I lead Spencer in the direction of my Cayenne. We get in and as she's buckling, she asks, "how many Secret Service agents have Porsches?"
"Not many," I say with a laugh.
She nods and tells me the directions to the house she shares with her two best friends, Chelsea and Madison.
"I've never had twenty-four seven detail before," she informs me.
I turn left onto the road after stopping at the gate. "Well, if you get sick of me, I'll understand," I say with a smile.
"Someone has it bad," I hear Aiden say through my earpiece.
"Shutith thy mouth, Dennison," I reply.
Spencer gives me a strange look and I say, "I, um, the, uh, earpiece. I can hear Sergeant Dennison."
She chuckles softly and nods her head in understanding.
"You have it really bad, stutters," Dennison says with a laugh.
"Well, Sergeant Davies, I have to admit that at this point I don't believe I can get sick of you," Spencer says while looking out the window.
Wha--did my heart just stop? Must have been a palpitation...yeah, palpitation. "Good to hear, Spencer, and please, call me Ashley."
"Okay, Ashley," she says with that dazzling smile.
"Unless there's a CO or Warrant Officer around," I state. "Or I'll be stuck cleaning the head."
I pull into the first Starbucks I see and check my mirrors for Dennison's Suburban. He's right behind us like he should be. I go through the drive-thru and Spencer orders her drink. She's slowly sipping the coffee as we drive and it's fucking adorable.
"So, Spencer," I begin. "What do you do for fun? I mean, what am I in for here?"
"I party," she replies. "We throw a triple kegger every over week at my house."
I am completely caught off guard. Ms. Amazingly Stunning Body over here drinks beer. Instantly I picture a drunken Spencer and I chuckle. Then I picture her crawling up my body and...and I need a cold shower.
A.S.A.P.
"Oh my," I state. "I'm a little surprised, I'll be honest."
The beautiful blonde merely flashes me that gorgeous smile. "I can take care of myself, if that's what you're thinking."
"No, no," I reply. "I didn't mean--uh, well, I didn't assume you couldn't handle, um, yourself or...Yeah, I'm gonna give up on that sentence."
She laughs and I hear Dennison's annoying cackle in my ear. Fucktard can buy his own damn dinner tonight.
"We're actually having a party on Friday," she states. "I've been at my parent's house for the past couple of days; it'll be good to be home. It's a good thing my mother is visiting my brother in Germany or I'd have gone insane."
"Is your brother stationed there?" I ask.
"Yeah, Katterbach," she replies.
"Oh, I've been there," I say. "Rothenberg is my favorite, though."
She looks at me and smiles. "Mine too," she says softly.
"Do you stay at your parent's house often?" I ask.
"Not usually," she responds. "Mostly I'm there to use the weight room, but I'm staying there until this whole thing blows over."
We're at her house before I know it and I pull into the driveway of the two-story home and kill the engine. Aiden parks along the side of the street as I walk around my Porsche to open Spencer's door for her. She exits and thanks me with a kiss on the cheek. I pray that Dennison and Vanichkul didn't see that or I'd be dead.
I follow her to the front door and we enter. I thank God that Dennison and Vanichkul will be staying outside. At least they won't see me make an ass of myself.
Spencer excuses herself to use the bathroom so I seat myself on one of the black leather couches in the living room. An attractive latina walks in from the hallway and I smile at her. She walks over and sits beside me to introduce herself.
"I'm Madison," she says, extending her hand.
"Sergeant Ashley Davies," I reply, shaking her hand.
"Oh, so you're Spencer's protective detail?" She asks.
"That would be me," I say with a nod.
"I bet she doesn't mind that," she says more to herself than me.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, nothing," she replies.
"Okay," I say. "So, Madison, tell me about Spencer."
I know that was kind of forward, but I'm curious.
"Well, she's in her last year at GWU like Chels, our other roommate, and me. Her mother's a bitch and her dad is the sweetest man alive," she says. "She's brilliant and she has a lot going for her."
"I see," I reply. "So, no boyfriend? I mean, I want to know what or who I'll be surrounded by."
"Boyfriend?" Madison says with a laugh. "Girl, please. Spencer's as queer as a three dollar bill."
I try to suppress a smile but it doesn't work very well until I hear Aiden in my ear again.
"Lucky ass," he says. "Guess I won't be hitting that."
I hear footsteps from the hall and I assume that it's Spencer until a pretty black girl walks into the room.
"Madison," she says. "Have you seen the bag I brought home from Hobby Lobby?"
The girl finally looks up and sees me.
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry, I didn't see you," she says with a sincere smile and walks over to me and extends her hand. As I take it, she says, "I'm Chelsea, Spence's other roomie."
"Nice to meet you, Chelsea," I say as we let go of each other's hands. "I'm Sergeant Ashley Davies."
She nods and says, "well, it's good to meet the person who will be taking care of our best friend. I hope you keep her safe."
"Oh, don't you worry, Chelsea, I'll be taking great care of Spencer," I say honestly.
"Good to know," Spencer says as she steps into the room with a tray. "Well, Ash, Madison and I have to study for a bit. I figured you haven't eaten in a while so I made you and your partners some sandwiches."
"Wow," I say. This girl is fucking perfection. "Thank you, Spencer. I really appreciate it."
I stand up and take the tray from her. The sandwiches look amazing. "I'm going to take some of these out to Dennison and Vanichkul, I'll be right back," I say with a smile.
God, I think I'm in love.
