For Honor: A Secret Baby Military Millionaire Romance (Elite Force Protectors)

But at what?

I didn’t do anything!

In fact, didn’t we have super cute maybe-even-sexual tension earlier today?

“I need to take your picture,” I pleaded.

He stopped again, as though he had changed his mind. He turned around, cocked his head to the side, and leaned over me.

“What you need to do is take your camera back to your room and wait quietly like a good little tourist until I say it’s time for another outing.”

He directed me like a flight attendant points out emergency exists—as though people step on planes and forget what doors look like. Frustrated, I persisted, this was not the first ego maniac GI Joe wannabe I had met, I ignored his attitude.

“When are we going back to the Red Zone?” I demanded. In truth, I didn’t really care, I was just trying to make conversation. I needed to get him talking.

“We’re not,” he said over his shoulder as he walked away for a second time. “Correction: you’re not.”

I exhaled slowly, reached for my Canon and lifted it to eye level, I aimed at his back and prepared to shoot. I’d get my pic with or without this jackass’ permission.

Oops.

The soldier heard the clicking of my shutter and stopped mid stride. Instinctively I dropped my camera to my side and held my breath. Okay Honor, maybe you went a little too far this time. He didn’t speak as he approached me swiftly.

Oh shit.

In an instant he grabbed my right arm just above the elbow and spun me around, together we walked quickly, although I don’t remember my feet hitting the ground much, he said quietly but firmly, “come with me, now.”

Eleven

Axel

You’re being a total asshole, I said to myself as I practically dragged the girl—hell, I didn’t even know her name—to the nearest building I could find. It was a small educational training facility. It would be empty for the next hour or so while the soldiers were at lunch. It was really nothing more than a tiny building, one floor, maybe two or three classrooms and a couple of administrative offices. She had started taking my picture and I had to explain to her why that wasn’t allowed without her making a scene. This might take a while…

“You’re being a total asshole,” she said to me.

I couldn’t help but laugh—yep, just what I had been thinking.

“Wow, you’re laughing,” she scoffed, “nice!”

I had to stop, “listen,” I said quietly as I really looked, for the first time, into her wild green eyes, “come with me and I’ll explain everything.”

Twelve

Honor

Where the hell was he taking me?

We entered a small administrative-looking building—it was immediately cool inside, and quiet. I figured the soldiers or support staff must be at lunch. The Chaperone walked quickly down the short hallway, all the while looking in the rooms as we passed by.

Finally we reached an empty classroom with a big teacher’s desk at the front and several smaller pupil style desks lined perfectly in a row. It reminded me of a high school classroom and The Chaperone motioned for me to sit on top of one of the pupil style desks.

My legs dangled as he paced back and forth in front of me slowly—it looked as though he was trying to gather his thoughts. I noticed he hadn’t changed out of his clothes from this morning. He smelled a little like sweat, it was sweet and dirty all at once. I tried to remain cool and calm but inside I was wondering what the hell this guy could possibly have to say to me and why it needed to be in private like this.

He took his cap off to reveal short dirty blonde hair but everything else was the same as this morning: khaki colored military style soft boots, cargo camo pants with a nylon belt, shiny silver buckle, and that grey v-neck t-shirt that I found so curious—I don’t know why it just felt out of place.

There was something about him that wasn’t quite in line with the other soldiers, something different about him (aside from the fact, of course, that he was completely gorgeous) but it was as though he was allowed to wear whatever he wanted, as though he was different from the other soldiers. I couldn’t put my finger on it… I blushed and looked down which jostled my memory into a shocking realization: I wasn’t wearing a bra.