Resist (Sphere of Irony 3)

I snort. “You could say that. I’m saddled with a client who’s either bipolar or has a split personality. I haven’t decided which.”

Sasha giggles. “Don’t say that. You know he isn’t either of those things.”

“How would you know? You’ve never even met the man,” I challenge.

“Because, Mitch. You would have diagnosed him already and told me as much. It wouldn’t take you an entire week to figure out something so obvious.”

“Hmph.” She’s right.

“You two don’t get along. That’s the problem,” she says with certainty.

“We do sometimes. Then it’s like oil and water. I swear, Sasha, my head can’t keep up with his mood swings.” I flex my sore knee cautiously. It feels much better today, but not one hundred percent.

“It’s like living with a whiney girlfriend, huh?”

“Exactly.” I exhale and kick my feet up in the chair. “That’s exactly what it’s like.”

“I wonder why that is?” Sasha murmurs.

“What?”

“Oh, Mitch. You’ll figure it out when you’re ready. For now, just keep that boy safe.”

“He’s not a boy,” I grumble.

“Bye! Love you!” Sasha calls out.

Before I can answer, she’s already hung up. Odd.

I check the time and realize I have to get changed soon. Jesus, this suit thing is growing old. The thought of putting on a constricting tie has me gagging.

There has to be another way to be part of Gavin’s entourage and not be the bodyguard or the executive. Since I don’t want any extra outsiders knowing where the house is, our entourage is small.

When the idea comes to me, I spend a few minutes wondering if Gavin would be willing to go along with it. I spend zero minutes wondering why it has me growing hard.

Nope. Not going there.

***

“Yes. Of course, Ellie… I’ll see you there… I’m leaving in a few minutes… Okay… Bye.”

I catch the tail end of Gavin’s conversation and come down the stairs in time to see him hang up his phone.

“I need to discuss something with you in the car,” I mention as I hit the bottom step.

Gavin whirls around and chokes at the sight of me. His eyes bug out of his head like a cartoon character and his mouth drops open. Then… he bursts into laughter. The little shit. Honest to god, full belly, tears-in-his-eyes laughter.

“What?” I snap. If he hadn’t started laughing I would have sworn I saw desire on his face when I came down the stairs. Hell, his tongue practically rolled out of his mouth.

“W-what on earth? I-I mean…” The laughter continues.

I cross my arms and scowl, waiting for him to stop acting like a brat. “Are you done?”

Gavin wipes his eyes. “I don’t know, Mitch. What the hell?” He points at me, waving his hand up and down my body. “What are you wearing?”

I scoff. “We’re going to be late. Can I catch you up in the car?” Annoyed at the fact that Gavin is still giggling like a schoolgirl, I snatch my keys off the foyer table and stomp outside to wait on the front step.

“Oh god,” he whispers in a husky voice as he follows behind me.