The Pool Boy

“Is that…”

I turn, and her face is white.

“Is that Jeremy?”

I nod, and she swallows. She pulls the sheets up over her and sits up, hugging her knees. The fact that he’s here pisses me off. That he’s scaring her makes me want to bury him.

“Let me take care of this,” I growl.

She looks up sharply and shakes her head. “What? No,” she shivers. “No, God no. That would definitely make this worse.”

I frown. “Embarrassed by me?”

Layla looks up sharply, and she suddenly jumps out of bed and slides right into my arms.

“No,” she hisses sharply, her eyes locked with mine. “No, Mason, I’m not. Not at all.” She sighs. “But I just don’t think you answering my door naked would defuse the situation?”

I grin a lopsided smile and nod. “Fair enough.” My smiles fades into a frown. “But I’m staying close. And if he tries anything, I can’t promise I won’t knock his fucking teeth out.”

She grins hungrily and rakes her teeth over her lip. Her eyes flash mischievously, and I smile curiously.

“Now what’s that about?”

“That,” she purrs. “Is this whole alpha protector thing really turning me on right now,” she says huskily.

“Then how about we get rid of this asshole and hop back into bed.”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea.”