Trinity outfit for this chapter ^^

Harry
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Pushing through the mess of gyrating bodies, I clear a swath in the crowd with one hand , my other hand out and hovering in front of her as we make are way through the bar.
Three of my security counterparts are with us , and we surround her all on all sides forming a basic military squad,it's just like being a Marine, I think as I let out a laugh under my breath ,except this job involves a spoilt rich girl and a bunch of drunk assholes at the bar .

I can't believe I let Antony downy talk me into this protection gig of taking care of his daughter. I hadn't seen the guy since his son was in Afghanistan, yet three weeks ago he showed up unannounced in my hometown.
South hollow,Kentucky hadn't seen anything like it before . He tried to sneak into a town under the radar — as if wearing jeans and a base ball cap was some kind of genius disguise. When you show up to a town of fifteen hundred people in Kentucky with two guys in suits , everyone assumes one of two thing :either the police are coming to take their guns, or a taxi man is coming to take their money, either way Antony downy was lucky as hell his ass didn't get shot.

He was there to offer me a job, correction: he was there to guilt me into doing home another favour.

"Because saving your son wasn't enough of a favour? "I'd asked him.

"This one is bigger " he'd told me

I needed this job, I'd moved back to Kentucky after I got out of the marines because I wanted to be closer to home to help out my parents. The only trouble was , I don't count on the mine joust outside of town getting shut down right after I returned. Losing the mine meant that south hollow had lost its main source of jobs. That meant I was going to have to leave town to get work anyhow, and the nearest town was two hours away.

Then Antony came knocking on my door offering to pay me a crazy amount of money more money than I could have ever dreamed of earning when I was a marine—to move to LA and work for his family. I didnt see how on gods green earth going to LA to babysit his daughter was going to be a bigger favour than saving his sons life , especially when he was going to pay me handsomely for doing so ,it seems like a pretty sweet deal.

Three days into working for miss trinity downy, I understand it now. Antony is a solid guy. He's down to earth and has a good head on his shoulders. His daughter, on the other hand... he'll, she's a walking disaster.

In the past three days since I've been here,I've done nothing but follow her ass into situation after situation . I've fended off a million paparazzi who have apparently gotten used to tailing the girl like a pack of would dogs, hungry for any morsel of crazy fucking behaviour she gives them .

And trust me, there's apparently no end to the drama that surrounds this woman.shes fucking easy picking for tabloids reporters looking for front pages nonsense to satisfy their readers.

Miss trinity pauses in the middle of the crowed and reaches for my arm."Alex!" she yells , and a surge of irritation rushes through me.
Alex she calls me, like I'm her personal butler or her concierge. I don't respond, instead looking ahead at the sea of bodies, people trying to touch her or yelling for autographs or even cursing at her.

Have I mentioned yet how much I fucking hate crowds? no? well, I hate crowds.

"Alex, can't continue to ignore me!"

"That's not my name, miss trinity," I growl, shoving a guys to the side who gets too close.
This girl is insane, going to clubs. It's a potential security disaster, and she seems completely oblivious to any kind of danger.

You'd have to be stupid or just plain reckless, coming to places like this. And this girl isn't stupid, despite how much she pretends she is.
I'm guessing that her bodyguards frequently Underestimate her. Well, she doesn't have me fooled.

Miss trinity flashes a grin at me as she abruptly turns to the side, deviating from the stated plan, which was to enter the club through the back and go straight to the roped off VIP area . The very least she could do,since she's engaging in high risk behaviour, is adhere to the security plan.

I know right away that she's heading towards the bar, a mammoth white monstrosity with coloured LED lights that flash in time to the best of the music pounding through the club.

Who the hell thinks this kind of thing is fun anyway? Even when I was only eighteen, I was already too old for this bullshit. I wasn't getting wasted and listening to ear splitting, headache inducing techno at a club .

"You're not sticking to the plan, Miss trinity," I yell, my hand automatically grabs her arm.

She looks down at my hand, then back at me with wide eyes. Those damn eyes they're unnaturally large, almost like she's a doll , giving her a young, innocent appearance. In reality, she far from innocent looking as it gets,especially in the outfit she's wearing tonight: a tiny pink dress that seemed several sizes to small which is causing her breasts to seems bigger than what they actually are, high heel boots that come just above her knee, topped of with her famous high pony tale that she seems to wear a lot.

It's taking a lot of effort to keep my eyes focused on my surroundings and not the way her ass looks in the dress .

"No touching, " she's says, but I don't need to hear her lips to read her lips.

I don't move my hand."Excuse me?"

"Bodyguards don't touch me"she informs me ,I'm so taken back by her snobbery(although I really don't know why I'm surprised by it; after all , she's a spoilt rich brat. And I'm a guy from Kentucky) that for a second, I just stood there.

A large part of me considers picking her snobby little ass up and carrying her right out of the nightclub just to teach her a lesson about manners.

"Excuse me?"I asked the question again,but I don't care if she repeats what she just said or not because it's irrelevant. I'm definitely going to touch her. In fact, she's lucky I don't bend her over and put my hand across her ass right now .

The truth is, three days in and I can already tell what this spoiled brat needs more than anything is a good , hard spanking.

"I don't like being touched"she says. "Alex"

I don't move my hand "well,it's a good thing I'm not Alex, then,"I reply "and your not going to the bar"

She raises her eyebrows." Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Your gong straight over there to the VIP section . That's the plan. If you'd like a drink, I'm sure a waiter can get it for you ."

She gives me a long look, like she's deciding what to do. Then she moves, faster than id expect for a girl in high heel boots that give to be at least six inches high. She steps right around me and, with the assistance of two douche-looking males who boot there approval, climbs on top on the bar.

I make a move towards the bar to pull her down, but one of the other bodyguards stops me. " No interference," he yells as he rolls his eyes and gives me a what-are-you-going-to-do shrug. "Haven't you ever protected someone before?"

I don't answer. Miss trinity bodyguards are shocking blaśe about their jobs,more like large thugs in suits than actual competent security personnel,or what a celebrity's security detail should be. So I just ignore them, pushing aside an asshole who steps too close to the edge of the combat where she was dancing .

Yes, dancing.

The daughter of Antony downy , the most powerful business man in the country, is dancing on top of a bar, in a dress that has easy access to the view of her panties, and boots , as she chugs from the bottle of champagne. Her hips sway side to side , her movements seductive and synced either the throbbing of the music in the club.

I think that half of the blood in my body goes straight to my cock –probably like every other guy in this room. For a second, I'm standing there motionless and transfixed.
There's no question about who's she's dancing for because her gaze doesn't go anywhere else except me . She knows exactly what she's doing , a smile tugging at the corners of her lips . She's winding me up, trying to get a rise out of me – literally –so she can distract me from my job.

Well that's not going to happen, sweetheart. I might be a red blooded male, but stuck up rich brat girls aren't my thing - no matter how sexy they might be .

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