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be very close the next few weeks. In fact, we’re going to be attached at the hip because I’m going to be your shadow,” I say, tilting my head back, staring down at her.

“You can’t be serious! I’m not a child! You can wait for me outside my room, you asshole,” Dior screams through clenched teeth.

I grin fucking amused at her pissy hissy fit. Yeah, I can’t take her all in when she’s standing there in all of her glory. I stare at her full lips as she whines.

Fuck!

I can imagine those lips wrap around my cock. I’m ignoring everything she’s saying because I have a job to do.

I can’t fucking help from checking out all of her. My eyes have a mind of their own, roaming all over her sexy body, coming to rest on her breasts again. They’re fucking awesome, then I look down her small waist, going over the soft swell of her hips then down her long legs. I stop to stare at her cute painted pink toenails.

Fuck!

“Are you done,” Dior yells, glaring at me?

“Yeah, I am. I’m your babysitter, so behave if you don’t want me to put you in time out, or worse, give you a spanking. I’ll wait for you at the door, ready when you are,” I say, crossing my arms.

Five

Dior

Oh my god!

Spencer is something else.

He’s enormous, gorgeous, and my guard.

I love his light grey eyes framed by long black lashes; they’re absolutely stunning. Those lips are so damn tempting; I love a pair of beautiful full luscious lips.

Yum!

Spencer looks lethal, muscular, and not a man to mess with. Oh yeah, I need to stop checking him out because this is not good.

Well, on second thought, I can make him do everything I want. Father wants me to have a babysitter, well I can use him.

Oh yeah, we will have lots of fun.

I can’t wait.

“Right, I’ll get dressed because I have a lot of things to do today. I hope you can keep up with me,” I say, swaying my hips extra as I walk to the door with attitude stopping in front of him.

I stare at his lips, seriously not smiling, well not that he can see. I’m going to drive him insane.

Yeah, I am!

I run my fingers over his full lips, gazing into his eyes.

Spencer gazes into my amused eyes, nodding. He takes my hand in his, kissing my palm.

He takes my breath away.

Holly shit!

“We can play anything you want. We can go anywhere you want, and I will take care of you, Dior,” Spencer says, rubbing his thumb over the rapid pulsing vein in my wrist.

I stare at him, gasping for air. I can feel the soft red blush spread over my face. I always blush; I can’t stand it.

I pull my hand out of his, scowling.

“I’ll be back in a few,” I snapped, walking to the bathroom, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

I know that Spencer is watching me.

Awesome!

My Father is not going to like me messing with my guard.

Six

Spencer

“Asshole,” Dior yells, throwing her slipper at me.

I duck, trying to hold my laughter.

Yeah, but she misses.

Fuck, she’s full of attitude.

I watch Diorzella walk into the bathroom, slamming the door.

Ouch.

I shrug, walking out of the bedroom. A few minutes later, Ivy brings a breakfast tray to Dior’s room.

“Spencer, here’s a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee for you. I thought you might be hungry.” Ivy says, beaming, raising the tray towards me.

“This is great, thanks, Ivy,” I say, opening the door for her. I take the burrito from the tray and the coffee cup.

About half-hour later, Dior opens the door, staring at me.

I grin, winking at her.

“I’m ready to go shopping, and I need you to help me,” Dior says, smiling at me with her sexy red lips.

Fuck!

I know this girl is trouble with a capital T!

Let’s not forget those lips.

“Right, are you ready?” I say, squinting my eyes, taking in her devilish smile.

“Yeah,” Dior says, walking out of her room carrying her huge Gucci bag. She’s wearing jeans, a soft black crop cashmere sweater, and black leather booties with five-inch heels.

Oh yeah, she’s tall, she’s not a short woman by any means, even wearing these heels, I’m a good six inches taller.

Dior shrugs her slim shoulders, grinning walks down the hall swaying her hips.

Fuck!

She’s killing me, and we just started.

A few minutes later, we’re in the SUV. I pull out of the parking lot, onto the street, driving down the road, merging into the freeway.

“Spencer, I’m so excited to go shopping and thrilled that you’re going to help me,” Dior says, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

“Hmm,” I grunt noncommittally, staring at her through the rearview mirror for a few seconds, then I gaze back to the road.

“Yeah, I know that you’re looking forward to it! Just you wait and see, we’re going to have so much fun,” Dior says, opening her bag.

She pulls out her hand mirror and lipstick to reapply her red lipstick! She purses her luscious lips looking at me. She smiles, puckers up, blowing me a kiss.

Fuck!

“Hmph,” I grunt, squinting my eyes, looking at her in the mirror.

I look back to the lane ahead; I exit the freeway onto the street. I drive down the road, pulling into Union Square shopping center parking garage. I drive down the aisle until I reach the top floor. I pull the SUVs into the parking space, turning it off grabbing the steering wheel.

I look at Dior through the rearview mirror, watching her mischievous smile.

“Come on, Spencer, I have lots of