I’d found all kinds of shit in the house after Summer’s friends came by.
“I believe Summer’s still asleep,” I told them as they took a seat. “But I can go knock on her door.”
They watched me as I headed down the hall, not waiting to see what they thought of that.
When I got upstairs, I walked straight into Summer’s room and crawled over her on the bed. I licked her earlobe, then caught it in my teeth. She groaned. Her hand snaked over the sheet and up my thigh, seeking my cock. She found my balls and squeezed gently. I groaned a little myself and pressed into her hand.
She started shifting her body toward me and I whispered in her ear, “Your dad’s here.”
Summer yelped and sat up so fast she pinched my balls as she did it.
“Ouch,” I grunted, and she snatched her hand back.
“Get your junk out of my hand!” she cried, tossing the sheet off her naked body.
I chuckled, adjusting myself. She’d already gotten me half-hard. “You put your hand there yourself, sweetheart.”
She sprang out of bed in a panic. “There’s no time for that. My dad’s downstairs? Are you sure?”
“Unless you know another well-dressed couple who look just like you and your brother, and like to go around introducing themselves as Joanne and Gunnar Sorensen—”
“Mom’s here, too?”
“Yup.” My gaze trailed down her naked body as she stood there, pushing the hair out of her face and looking horrified.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
Those goddamn curves…
“Please, please make them coffee,” she begged me, “and tell them I’ll be right down. I need to wash the sex off me!” Then she disappeared into the bathroom in a naked blur.
Well, that was interesting.
I checked myself in the mirror over the dresser, smoothing my hair a little better and making sure I was presentable. I kinda smirked to myself as I headed back downstairs.
I’d never seen Summer scramble around like that, for anyone.
Summer’s parents were right where I’d left them, talking quietly. They fell silent when I walked in the room.
“Summer’s up now,” I told them, putting my security guy voice back on. “She said she’ll be down in a few minutes. Can I make you a coffee?”
“That would be lovely,” her mom said.
Her dad just watched as I made myself comfortable in the kitchen, and no doubt, he noticed how I knew where everything was.
“Are you living here?” he asked me.
“Darling,” Summer’s mom said.
“I am,” I answered. “I have the guest room up the hall.” I pointed down the hall that was on the opposite side of the house from the one that led to Summer’s bedroom, for emphasis. “The one in front, looking out on the garden.”
“Oh, isn’t that nice,” Summer’s mom said. “I always liked that room. I put in that garden with Summer when she bought the house.”
“She told me. It’s beautiful.” Yeah, so maybe I was kissing up just a bit.
Joanne smiled, elbowing her husband gently.
“You were about to tell us how long you’ve been working for our daughter,” he said, and his wife sighed.
“My husband isn’t one for small talk,” she apologized.
“That’s fine,” I said. “Neither am I.” I’d put the coffee on to brew, and joined them in the living room, taking a chair across from the couch where they sat.
And that was when I noticed the neon-green condom in a see-through packet sitting an inch from Joanne’s foot, half-tucked under the edge of the couch.
Great.
I really fucking hoped they were used to seeing shit like that in their daughter’s house, and therefore wouldn’t necessarily assume that I’d drilled her on that couch with a neon-green dick last night.
“Summer and her manager, Brody Mason, hired me to provide personal protection for her about three weeks ago,” I told them.
“Three weeks?” her mom said, sitting forward. Which meant, presumably, they’d had no idea.
Until now.
Summer still hadn’t told them about… any of it?
I’d stopped asking about that, but she’d told me she was planning to tell her bother and he’d tell them. For whatever reason, she really didn’t seem to want to tell them herself.
“I spoke with my son last night,” Gunnar informed me. “He mentioned that Summer had some sort of issue here, that someone had tried to break into her house. I called her last night but she didn’t get back to me. So naturally, Joanne and I were on the first ferry over here this morning.”
“We live in Victoria,” Joanne explained.
“Summer mentioned that,” I told her. “She didn’t tell you about me yet?”
“She didn’t,” her dad supplied.
“Well, I don’t think your daughter likes asking for help.” I figured if they knew her at all, they knew that already. “She didn’t seem to want to admit that she needed any, when Brody first suggested they hire me.”
“That sounds like my girl,” her dad said, sounding proud and annoyed at once.
“So, what happened?” her mom asked. “What’s all this about a break-in?”
“A man tried to break in here, the night before Brody decided my services were required,” I told them. I didn’t see a reason not to. “He called me when it happened and I responded. The police had already come and gone and arrested the suspect. He was released the next day, and we requested a restraining order. It’s been put in place now, for a year.”
“A year?” Joanne said. “That’s all?” She looked at her husband. “A man tries to attack our daughter and all he gets is a restraining order for a year?”
“We have no evidence that he was planning to harm her,” I said, wanting to put them at ease while still sticking to the facts. “It was an attempted break-in. That’s all we know for sure. The important thing is that Summer is safe now. I’m with her around the clock, and I’ve got a team of staff to help when needed. No one’s getting near her anymore without my say so.”
I looked her father in the eye.
“And what are your credentials?” he asked me.
His wife looked
