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Bodyguard (SilverRose and Terken)

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terken

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Oct 26, 2010
Jason Kerns adjusted his tie one last time before stepping up to the security camera/intercom. He was a man in his mid-thirties, his dark brown hair cropped short. The suit he filled with his broad-shouldered frame was well cut but not the most expensive, and perhaps slightly out of place in this type of neighborhood.

He checked his weapon one final time, too. Strapped in a cross-draw holster under his jacket. After all, with this job, the danger might already be upon them.

He pressed the button on the intercom which was attached to the gate of the expensive villa. "Jason Kearns," he said. "I'm here to begin my work."
 
Elizabeth Gray, only child of multi-millionaire Thomas Gray, was not pleased.

She had been waiting a whole 30 minutes, alone in her fathers parlor, for some new bodyguard that was supposed to show up first thing in the morning. She had been locked in the room by one of her father's many assistants, who had been given orders to keep her inside until the new guy showed up. It was annoying to have to wait for someone who would likely be out the door the first instant he annoyed her, which was pretty common, but unfortunately she really didn't have a choice since she couldn't leave the room. Or could she.

"hm..." Elizabeth turned her honey tinted eyes to the large bay windows at the other end of the room. She would have to climb out the window, which might not be too easy given that she was dressed in her new designer tie-halter, ruffled backless green silk dress, and gold open toe platforms, but she had better things to do than wait around for some new guy. "That's it, I'm out of here!" She stood and walked over to the window, looking down and noting the slight climb she'd have to do to get down. It wasn't too far a drop, so she decided to try it. Quickly tying her long brown hair up in a ponytail, making sure it wouldn't be in her way, Elizabeth opened the window and prepared to make her escape, making sure to bring her purse and daddy's credit cards along with her.

(just in case you're wondering about the dress --> http://www.weartodaygonetomorrow.com/v/vspfiles/photos/TS1002-G-2.jpg )
 
Jason was now on the intercom, patiently explaining his new job to the flunkie. God, if was how the household was organized it was a total shambles. It was taking too long to process him in. Then something caught the corner of his eye. He told the guy on the other line to shut up while he looked harder into the distance.

"Window, second floor, west side of the house. Is that someone's bedroom or a study?" he barked into the intercom.

"Uhhh.... I don't know."

"Place is temperature controlled, right?" Jason continued on impatiently.

"Yeah, but...."

"You've got a window open. I'm going in." He began to hop the fence, ignoring the alarms that began going off.
 
Too late, Elizabeth realized she probably should have taken her gold platforms off before beginning her climb down the side of the mansion. Maneuvering in her short dress was hard enough without having to struggle with getting her shoes stuck in the gaps of the wood trellises where vine flowers crept and curled themselves, growing next to the outer wall. What should have been an easy and quick climb had taken longer than expect until in the end she actually found herself stuck in place, her shoe tangled in the vines, preventing her from being able to reach the ground below. "Agh! stupid plant!" she yelled out, beating her fist against the side, wondering if maybe she could just pull herself back up, since she was at the windowsill. When the alarms suddenly began wailing, Elizabeth knew she was screwed. But how they figured out she'd escaped so soon, she didn't know.
 
Jason mostly ignored the various flunkies that came running up to him. But one security guard actually tried to tackle him. The new bodyguard smoothly sidestepped and tripped the man up. Then he was sprinting towards the open window.

He feared it might be a Hartov gang member who had gotten into the house. But a slight smile broke across his face when he saw who was stuck in the vines. Jason had been briefed on Elizabeth. He had some inkling of what to expect.

"Miss Gray?" he called out. "I'm Jason Kearns, your new bodyguard. Nice too meet you." He said it loudly enough to make the flustered security guard hesitate. From a shin strap he whipped out a long-bladed knife and began cutting at some of the vines from the bottom.

"It's going to be easier for you to come down than to go up," he said casually. Come down really meant jump but they would get to that in a second.
 
"Don't you dare damage my shoes!" Elizabeth shouted at the man below her, vaguely acknowledging that he's said something about being a guard. Her new body guard? Elizabeth looked down at the man, thinking he didn't look familiar, but then again she rarely paid any attention to the help. It wasn't as if she knew them all anyway. "Whatever, just get me down from here!" she ordered, trying to pull herself loose, finally able to once the man cut the vines around her feet.
 
Jason finished cutting a few more vines. He ignored the slowly growing crowd of employees gathering about the scene. Someone asked if they should get a ladder. He shook his head. That would make things too easy. And Elizabeth Gray had to be schooled in a harder classroom, if she were to survive.

"Miss Gray?" he called up. "I'm about to cut the last few vines. If you angle over to your left I'll catch you as you jump. Don't try to climb back up. If you do, you'll fall on your back and possibly break something."

There were some gasps from the crowd. Jason kept his eyes on the girl, his blade on the last few vines. "Are you ready?" he called out patiently, as if he were asking her to start a car or open a door.
 
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Elizabeth shouted down, struggling against the vines in front of her. "As if I'm going to fucking jump into your arms! You'd probably let me fall!"

Looking back up over the windowsill, Elizabeth decided she would climb up. Even if the man had told her she could fall if she tried that, it was better than trusting her safety to someone else. While she was aware the man's job was to protect her, Elizabeth wasn't the trusting type and she wasn't about to put her life in the hands of someone she had just met.

Pulling at the vines that were tangled on her dress, she began pulling herself up. "Ahh" she shouted pushing hard with her palms on the windowsill, when suddenly her arms slipped and she felt herself plummeting backwards. She realized too late what was happening and was unable to grab on to anything as her body came falling back into the crowd below.



(PS, normally I do not like cursing, but it just seems to make sense with this character. That said, however, if in schooling you can make her lose that habit for being unladylike or something, that would be nice).
 
In it's own way, it was a test. It was unlikely a fall from this height would be fatal. So, she couldn't quite keep her head in a tense....shit.

Jason was fast, but not quite fast enough. The impact jarred his shoulder and sent them both rolling unceremoniously into the hedges, she on top of him. There were more gasps, a couple of soft screams, and then the crowd was upon them.

Not that Jason didn't mind an attractive girl on top-- and she was very attractive-- no matter what her other faults might be--- but this was not the best way to start a new job. He smiled ruefully as he helped her to her feet, shaking off the helping hands of various flunkies.

"You always begin excursions this way, Miss Gray?" he said with a completely straight face. "Easier to go through the door."
 
In the brief moments as she fell, plummeting to the ground, Elizabeth screamed louder than she'd ever screamed before. She was certain she would hurt herself, aware that, despite being the bosses daughter, none of the staff really liked her, and would undoubtedly let her fall. She was surprised, when she finally landed, to find that fall had been softened. Well, as soft as a muscular body guard could be. She had been so shocked that she had stayed on top of him for longer than would probably have been normal, but once she remembered this man was paid to protect her, she realized there was nothing to truly be surprised at; or thankful for that matter.

"Not if the door's fucking locked!" she shouted in response, pulling away from him as she dusted herself off, brushing away the few maids who had come to fuss over her. "Get off of me!" she yelled, walking away, back to the house, now that she'd been caught and wouldn't be able to escape after all, without a single word of thanks for the man who had just saved her.
 
Jason smirked to himself. It wasn't the first ungrateful client he'd had. But otherwise he kept cool and kept quiet. Whenever possible, you didn't show your client up. Or show weakness or frustration. It all went with the job.

He kept pace with Elizabeth easily, while at the same time blocking off other flunkies who kept trying to tend to her. He gave a her a cast-iron smile as he spoke again.

"If you really want to go back to the house, that's fine by me," he said. "But I'm here. So, if you want to get out of here, feel free. I'm coming with, though."

He gestured to the various luxury cars parked nearby, his smile still in place.
 
Elizabeth limped a little, walking ahead of him towards the house, trying her best to hide it. Her leg had been scratched and it stung. One hand felt sprained and a little sore from having landed on it awkwardly. But of course she wasn't about to admit that she was injured. Hearing him tell her she could go out and do as she wanted, Elizabeth stopped and turned back to face him, giving her leg a rest. "Look at me!" she shouted, gesturing to her dress. "Do you fucking think I'm going to out in public with my dress torn and my hair a mess? Are you fucking kidding me?!" she shouted, angrily turning before he could even begin to answer and continuing back into the house, heading straight for her room.
 
Jason grunted, shaking his head. As she blew past him, he gently but firmly grabbed her arm, and steered her towards a living room. He had been briefed there was a first aid kit behind a counter there, and retrieved it before sitting Elizabeth down in a chair.

"If you are injured, you're still my responsibility," he said. "Sit still, Ms. Gray." He carefully applied some iodine to her scratches, then with expert hands felt over her ankle and hand. Probably just sore, with no real sprains, he thought. He gave her a slight smile while he kneaded her sore hand, massaging it.

"Nothing to worry about here," he said as he did so. "You're none the worse for wear. When you feel ready, I'll let you dress. Then we can leave if you still care to."

She really was quite lovely, he thought. Pity about her personality, at least what he'd seen so far.
 
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouted as he grabbed her arm and pulled her after him. She flinched as he dressed her wounds, cursing under her breath. It stung and made her eyes water, but she wasn't about to show pain. Though she hated to admit it, her ankle and hand did feel a little better after he massaged them. "Let me dress?" Elizabeth scowled. "Suddenly I need your permission to do something?" Pushing her way passed him, she rushed to her room, slamming the door in his face as she walked in and headed for the closet to pick something new to wear. She'd need to shower too. She was covered in dust and wasn't about to go out looking like that.
 
Jason shook his head, finally getting somewhat annoyed. He had tried to be patient, but patience might take him only so far with her.

He kicked open the door. Within a few heartbeats he was right up next to her, grasping both her wrists and pushing her up against a wall. His next words were softly spoken, but clipped and brusque nonetheless, his eyes firmly on hers.

"You listen to me, Miss Gray," he said. "With the Hartovs after your father you're in terrible danger. So yes, you're going to need my permission to do all sorts of things. At least until you prove to me you can behave in a sensible fashion. Fortunately, your bathroom doesn't have a large enough window for you to escape from. Which means I won't have to be in there with you."

He relinquished her and moved a step back, their breathing audible to each other, his eyes still on hers. Quite a beauty......"Clear enough for you?"
 
A jolt ran up and down her spine as the bodyguard pushed her against the wall. She wasn't sure why it was, but Elizabeth was strangely excited and scared at that moment. Both feelings which she wasn't all too familiar with.

"Danger?" she gulped. Was he being serious?

He eventually released her, but Elizabeth was still stuck on what he said. A part of her was afraid that he might be right, but but another part was just defiant. "That has nothing to do with me!" she shouted, walking away from him as she headed towards the bathroom, then turned back. "And I REFUSE to be told what to do!"
 
"It has everything to do with you," Jason said grimly. He grabbed her uninjured arm and this time pinned her over a nearby couch, facing away from him. It wouldn't be particularly painful, but she was firmly held.

"And you can't really refuse me," he added. "I'm authorized to use any means necessary, short of gratuitous physical abuse, to keep you safe."

His body was pressed up against hers over the couch. Jason's sense of professionalism couldn't prevent a slight twinge of arousal, but he did have the presence of mind to keep things businesslike.

"Try to move, Miss Grey," he said. "I'll bet you can't. And the Hartovs will treat you far worse than me if you they get their hands on you. Trust me, you are a target."
 
She didn't even try to move; she knew it was impossible.

Elizabeth couldn't help but tremble under him. It wasn't that she was scared of him though, no of course not. At least she'd never admit that she was. Sure, he was a lot bigger than her, and his muscular body looming over her did cast a threatening shadow. Still, he was just hired help. If she wanted, she could get rid of him.

"Get. off. of. me." Elizabeth firmly ordered, trying to sound as confident as possible, though in truth she might have come a little intimidated. As soon as her father got home, she was going to tell him to get her another bodyguard. There was no way this man could treat her in this manner.
 
Jason had an inkling of what she might try after this. He had, after all, talked quite extensively with her father. He shifted so she wouldn't notice his arousal. But on the outside at least, he was cool and composed.

"By the way, the person who authorized me to use any means, that was your daddy," he added. "So, I'm only letting you up if you promise to do what I say. Do I have your promise?"

She probably wouldn't keep it. But it was a step in the right direction. This was going to be a helluva job.

"Do I have your promise?"
 
She couldn't believe it. Her father? The man who gave her everything she wanted and more? He had allowed this? Allowed this man to treat her so roughly? "You're lying." Elizabeth shouted. But even as she said it, however, she was fearful he might actually be telling her the truth, and she did not like that one bit. This man was nothing more than hired help. He had no right to tell her what to do. "Let go of me this instant!" she demanded, attempting to sound as authoritative as she could, considering she was essentially trapped under him.


(idea... what if she tries to seduce him, thinking she can control him that way?)
 
Jason chuckled again. But there was one way to put the fear of Daddy into her. Or at least give her pause about disobeying him.

He easily kept her pinned with one hand while fishing out his cell phone and hitting a number kept on speed dial. "Here," he said. "If you don't believe me, talk to your father yourself." There were two rings, and then whoever was on the other line picked up.

"Hello, Jason?" the voice said. It was obviously Elizabeth's father. "Is everything all right?"

"Miss Gray would like to speak to you, sir," replied Jason, holding the phone up to Elizabeth's mouth.
 
"Daddy?" She meekly spoke into the phone. On the other end of the line, she could hear her father ordering someone around. His authoritative voice was unmistakable.

"Elizabeth!" He then called into the phone. "The man with you right now is your new body guard. I personally selected him to protect you, and-"

"But daddy," she interrupted, finding it difficult to really argue considering pinned under the man and unfortunately it wasn't helping her think very clearly.

"No 'buts' Elizabeth!" Her father sternly called back. "You will listen to whatever he has to say. Jason is authorized to keep you in line by whatever means necessary."

"But daddy I don't-"

"No 'buts'!" he repeated, and then as if knowing what she would say, since she did it often. "You're not getting any more guards. I hand picked Jason for you and I am confident in my decision."

"Daddy..." She sighed, knowing, that no matter what, when her father made up his mind, there was nothing even she could do to change his mind. "Ok." she somberly nodded.

"Good," he replied. "And remember, I expect you to be on your best behavior." he added, before hanging up and returning to his business.

Elizabeth remained silent, listening to the dial tone wondering what could possibly have turned her father against her on this matter. Normally he gave her everything she could possibly want, but now he was giving someone else authority over her? That just didn't seem right. Could it possibly be that this man was telling the truth and those Hartovs people really were out to get her?
 
Jason didn't smirk often. But he was smirking now. After Elizabeth's father hung up, he cleared his throat audibly. He still had her pinned against the couch. And he was enjoying himself a bit, although he wouldn't admit that out loud.

"So," he said quietly. "All I need from you, Elizabeth, is a promise you'll do as I say. Then I'll let you up, and after you shower and change I'll escort you anywhere you like."

He tried his best not to sound condescending. And thought he mostly succeeded. As of this point, the job was looking somewhat better.

"Just you wait, you'll barely know I'm there..."
 
Elizabeth sighed. Did she really have an other choice? "Ok, I promise," she defeatedly whispered. Inwardly, however, her defiant self was not about to give in. Even if this man was authorized to keep her in line, he was still just hired help, and she was still the boss's dughter. Elizabeth wasn't sure how, but she'd find a way to turn things around. She would either seduce him to get him to do what she wanted, or she would make his job a living hell so that he would d end up quitting on his own.
 
"Good," said Jason softly as he released her. He had little doubt she would break her promise, and try to cross him at her earliest opportunity. But this was the job. Sometimes it involved protecting those without the sense to protect themselves. Pity her brains didn't seem to match her beauty, at least at first glance.

He settled against a wall, taking in the room and the surroundings. She couldn't get out through her bathroom, and he knew the exits in the immediate area.

"Take your time getting ready," he said evenly. "I'll be here."
 
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