Free My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) by Stephanie Jean Page A

room.
    A few minutes later , Jason’s dad walked in. He flashed me a huge smile and started to instruct the pet owner on the proper care for the licking cat. I walked out of the room before he finished, straight into Jason’s office, and sat down in the chair I was in earlier. I was embarrassed. I wasn’t sure why I did it. I was the opposite of an instigator. I was proper and avoided uncomfortable situations. Bo came and sat by my side. I reached out to pet him, giving him praise for being a great dog.  I found Bo to be very calming. I sat and waited until Jason finally entered the office and took his white jacket off.
    “I’m not a good veterinarian assistant, sorry.” I looked at him , but he didn’t look at me. “Are you upset with me?”
    Jason ’s eyes found mine immediately and smiled, and then he walked over and kissed my forehead. I smiled and felt the familiar tickle in my stomach. He guided me out of the office with his hand on my lower back. I waved good-bye to his dad, as we passed his office.  He was on the phone, but flashed a huge grin and waved back.  I heard a mumble out of Jason, so I looked up and he was shaking his head at his dad’s conversation, but he held the same huge grin.
    We talked on the ride to my apartment about his work , and he mentioned that he liked visiting ranches and farms the most. He liked the big animals and always had been drawn to horses.

Chapter 6
Role play
     
     
     
    Jason insisted on checking the safety of my apartment while we were parking. I let Bo out on my side, and Jason raised an eyebrow.
    “I am not leaving your dog in the Jeep. I wouldn’t be his favorite anymore.” I gave him a sweet smile. He took my bags, and we went upstairs, pausing at the security gate to use my keys. When we got inside, I offered Jason a drink of water and got Bo one too. I set it on the floor in the kitchen. I could feel Jason’s unsettled nerves, but I wasn’t sure what was bothering him.
    “Can I have a tour of your place?”
    I pointed to the door on one side of the apartment , then the other. “That’s Heather’s room, and that’s mine. In the center is the living space, and the bathroom is straight ahead.” He stood up with purpose and stalked to my bedroom. I watched as he disappeared for a few minutes and then came out. “You said you had locks, three to be exact, on your door and two on your window.” He was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
    “I did say that, but I could have been a little off.” I tried to look indifferent to his rising anger. He walked over to me, but was silent.
    “Would you like to sit with me on the couch ?” I was going for sweet to dull his anger.
    I took his hand and lead him to the soft white sofa.  We both sat down, and Bo came to lie at my feet. “We could watch something and order food, or I could cook.” I wanted him to stay, but knew he was fighting something inside himself.
    “Why don’t you come over to my house? We can get a bite on the way.” I look ed over at him, and we were silent. I started playing with his hand, his palm to mine. It felt good to touch him. I wanted to be closer.
    “I am safe here , you know? Heather’s been really great about not bringing people over, and she usually stays at his house.” I wanted him to be OK with me staying. I didn’t look up, just continued to play with his hand.
    “I think of you as an innocent princess , and I have this overwhelming need to protect you. I can’t describe it. I just feel better when I am with you. You do things and uh…say things that drive me crazy, but I can control it.”
    H e had a look in his eyes that gave me shivers everywhere. My body was immediately heated, my face blushing and my mouth overly wet.
    “What do you mean ‘control it’?” I watched as his lips moved into a smile.
    “I mean control the predator in me that wants to devour you.”
    As he said it, I felt his stare grow more intense. My skin began to burn. I was