going to lose this house, it stood to reason that he was going to be packing soon, so there was a good chance that he would realize that, once again, I had been sticking my nose into his business. Then again, if he didn't want someone to snoop in his private affairs, maybe he just should keep the drawers locked!
I headed upstairs, thinking that when he returned home I just might admit my latest sin and come right out and fess up to snooping. That would probably be the best way to find out what the disciplinary charge was all about, but did I want to take the risk of him telling me to my face that it was none of my business?
No. That would hurt. I don't know how Jax felt about me, or if he felt anything at all, but the fact that I had fallen for him changed everything.
I went upstairs and headed for my room, not even pausing in the office doorway. If he so much as got a hint of my "smell" in his office, he would assume that I’d been snooping again.
Yes, my guilty conscious was alive and well.
Then again, I could always claim that I wanted to look at the security camera images. When he got home, I would mention that to him. I’d have him show me how to look at the monitor so I’d know how to toggle between camera views if I was here alone. After all, until and if he moved out, or until I was fired or discharged of my duties here, I had a right to feel secure, didn't I?
That thought brought me back to the events of the other evening. Were those men still out there? Were they still stalking Jax, watching the house, watching his comings and goings? If they were, they would know that I was alone right now? My heart skipped a beat. Come to think of it, I had nothing with which to defend myself. Not that I wanted a gun or anything, but what would I do if someone came onto the property? I'm sure that if I called 911 that a police car would be out here in a matter of minutes, but even a matter of minutes might be too long.
Something else to ask Jax about. What was I supposed to do when I was home alone? With Stephanie here, and I had no idea how long she planned on staying, chances were they’d be going out frequently, taking care of business or finalizing details in their divorce, dealing with the transfer of the house, and so forth. What was I supposed to do when I was at the house alone? Bringing up the subject with Jax alone would be challenging, as she stuck to his side like… like, well, a possessive bitch.
I wandered around the upstairs hallway for several minutes, thinking that I could take my car and go somewhere and do something, but that wasn't ideal either. What if they were watching me ? I entered my room with a heavy sigh. All this thinking and worrying was making me tired. It was a warm day and I could've gone swimming, but I didn't want to mess with the house alarm or swim in the pool alone. Thoughts of Jax’s attackers out there somewhere scared me and I wasn't afraid to admit it. So here I was, living in a gorgeous mansion, and yet feeling more trapped than I ever had before.
I sat down on my bed, staring at the wall for several moments, thinking about Jax, Stephanie, the guys in his squadron, and the dangers they faced on a daily basis. I shook my head. What the hell had happened to me? How had I allowed myself to care so much? I felt a great weariness come over me, and decided that I might as well just take a nap while I could. Maybe an hour or two, and then I would get up and start fixing something for dinner.
I laid down and tried to still my racing thoughts, but images of Jax kept cropping up. Medals. Camouflage. Combat fatigues. His naked body sliding into the swimming pool. The sex. It didn't take long for me to start feeling aroused and I groaned. It seemed the least little thing could get me horny. Just imagining his well-formed pecs, his narrow waist, and of course, that thick cock of his got my nipples tingling and my pussy throbbing.
Before long, I was pleasuring myself again, imagining
I headed upstairs, thinking that when he returned home I just might admit my latest sin and come right out and fess up to snooping. That would probably be the best way to find out what the disciplinary charge was all about, but did I want to take the risk of him telling me to my face that it was none of my business?
No. That would hurt. I don't know how Jax felt about me, or if he felt anything at all, but the fact that I had fallen for him changed everything.
I went upstairs and headed for my room, not even pausing in the office doorway. If he so much as got a hint of my "smell" in his office, he would assume that I’d been snooping again.
Yes, my guilty conscious was alive and well.
Then again, I could always claim that I wanted to look at the security camera images. When he got home, I would mention that to him. I’d have him show me how to look at the monitor so I’d know how to toggle between camera views if I was here alone. After all, until and if he moved out, or until I was fired or discharged of my duties here, I had a right to feel secure, didn't I?
That thought brought me back to the events of the other evening. Were those men still out there? Were they still stalking Jax, watching the house, watching his comings and goings? If they were, they would know that I was alone right now? My heart skipped a beat. Come to think of it, I had nothing with which to defend myself. Not that I wanted a gun or anything, but what would I do if someone came onto the property? I'm sure that if I called 911 that a police car would be out here in a matter of minutes, but even a matter of minutes might be too long.
Something else to ask Jax about. What was I supposed to do when I was home alone? With Stephanie here, and I had no idea how long she planned on staying, chances were they’d be going out frequently, taking care of business or finalizing details in their divorce, dealing with the transfer of the house, and so forth. What was I supposed to do when I was at the house alone? Bringing up the subject with Jax alone would be challenging, as she stuck to his side like… like, well, a possessive bitch.
I wandered around the upstairs hallway for several minutes, thinking that I could take my car and go somewhere and do something, but that wasn't ideal either. What if they were watching me ? I entered my room with a heavy sigh. All this thinking and worrying was making me tired. It was a warm day and I could've gone swimming, but I didn't want to mess with the house alarm or swim in the pool alone. Thoughts of Jax’s attackers out there somewhere scared me and I wasn't afraid to admit it. So here I was, living in a gorgeous mansion, and yet feeling more trapped than I ever had before.
I sat down on my bed, staring at the wall for several moments, thinking about Jax, Stephanie, the guys in his squadron, and the dangers they faced on a daily basis. I shook my head. What the hell had happened to me? How had I allowed myself to care so much? I felt a great weariness come over me, and decided that I might as well just take a nap while I could. Maybe an hour or two, and then I would get up and start fixing something for dinner.
I laid down and tried to still my racing thoughts, but images of Jax kept cropping up. Medals. Camouflage. Combat fatigues. His naked body sliding into the swimming pool. The sex. It didn't take long for me to start feeling aroused and I groaned. It seemed the least little thing could get me horny. Just imagining his well-formed pecs, his narrow waist, and of course, that thick cock of his got my nipples tingling and my pussy throbbing.
Before long, I was pleasuring myself again, imagining
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