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  Innocent and Sweet (Roosters 1)

  Megan Slayer

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  Copyright ©2018 Megan Slayer

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  Table of Contents

  Innocent and Sweet (Roosters 1)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Megan Slayer

  Innocent and Sweet (Roosters 1)

  Megan Slayer

  Anissa Dunn wants one man -- Kameron. He’s got looks, brains, a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle.

  A girl can only take so much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets, and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal. There’s only one catch -- he’s her bodyguard, and the rules state she can’t date the staff.

  But rules are meant to be broken…

  Chapter One

  I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat chest -- or so they’d told her.

  She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her. He had to.

  Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked, then fine. She’d take her chances.

  She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.

  Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”

  Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.

  Would he fuck her?

  Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?

  “I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”

  She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”

  Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”

  “Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa.

  “Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”

  “Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t resent him for trying -- when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?

  She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.

  “Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”

  “Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.

  She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn’t paying attention to her -- not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to care.

  She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.

  Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”

  If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.

  “Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”

  Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him. “I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”

  “Of course.”

  He had to make this hard. Fine. She’d be tough. “Did you know where we’re going?”

  “I do. I’ve been informed you’re to visit Ahuja Cancer Center for the opening of their pediatric wing,” Kam said. “Would you like to change?”

  The opening of the pediatric wing? She’d never seen that request. “Since when?” Irritation filled her brain. If she’d known she had a real date, she wouldn’t have dressed like a streetwalker.

  “Your father amended the plans for this evening.” Kam’s tone remained annoyingly flat. “You’re dressed a bit… inappropriately for the event. You should consider a more conservative outfit.”

  Damn. She shrugged out of her coat. Men wanted blunt, didn’t they? She squared her shoulders, then straddled his lap. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. Holy hell. Sitting on his thighs reminded her of being on a bench -- so strong and hard… sturdy. Her nerv
e endings tingled. What would her stern bodyguard do if she flashed him? Of if she embraced her bold side and stretched across his lap, demanding a spanking? The women in those videos liked being spanked. The idea of having her ass reddened intrigued her. She’d never asked for punishment in her life, but she wanted Kam to dish some out -- right now. She shrugged out of the jacket.

  “Ms. Dunn.” Kam’s tone hitched a bit, but his expression remained blank.

  She removed his sunglasses. Looking into his eyes was much better -- and scary as hell. She pursed her lips. Was she coming across as sexy? Shoot. Now she wished she’d left his sunglasses in place so she could use the reflection. Too late now. She licked her lips. If she was going to make a move, she needed to do it already. She draped her arms around his neck. “I need you to help me.”

  * * *

  “Ma’am.” Kameron met her gaze. He held his emotions in check, but she tried his patience. He’d dreamed of this moment -- holding Anissa Dunn, her wanting him and begging for his hands on her body. He yearned to be more than her bodyguard. He loved having her in his embrace. She felt right against him. The jacket and boots gave her an edge, but the crimson shade of her dress brought out the paleness of her skin. She embodied sweet and innocent, but the naughty side of her craved freedom. Every ounce of him wanted to please her, but she was off-limits. He could lust after her all he wanted and fantasize about the ways he desired to show his appreciation, but until she was free, he had no chance with her.

  Her eyes sparkled. “Kam?”

  “Yes, Ms. Dunn?” His cock hardened beneath his zipper. If she wriggled once more, she’d know he was turned-on.

  “Will you teach me how to kiss?” She toyed with his jacket. “I’m told you’re a professional.”

  He damn near swallowed his tongue. Anissa never asked him for things like this. She kept her questions to requests for ice cream or to go for rides on his motorcycle. Sauciness wasn’t her style.

  She scooted forward, rubbing her chest against his. “Please?”

  Something flesh-colored slipped free from the bustline of her dress. The item bulged between her breasts. He couldn’t help but stare. What the hell did she have coming out of her dress?

  “Well?” Anissa pursed her lips and batted her lashes. As he waited, her smile fell. The color drained from her face. “You’re not into me, are you?”

  “Ms.…” Who was he kidding? He liked her a lot and not in platonic ways. “Anissa.” He stilled her hands. The flesh-colored item bulged between her breasts. A bust enhancer. She didn’t need to fix herself. She was perfect the way God made her. “You’re falling apart.”

  “What?” Her eyes widened. “Kam?”

  He touched the gel form. “Honey, you don’t need this.” And he wouldn’t let her go out into public with one curvy boob and one flat one, or with a breast pad hanging out.

  She frowned, then attempted to snatch the fake breast from him. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

  Kameron refused to give her the padding. He fixed his attention on her bust. The dress concealed the enhancement she’d added, and the curves didn’t work for her lithe frame. “Why are you padding your chest?” He preferred her slender body. “You don’t need this.”

  “Yes, I do.” She folded her arms, bunching the bodice of her dress over her chest. “I can’t fill out this dress without those.”

  “Wrong.”

  She kept her gaze on his, but she said nothing.

  “It was hard to talk to you with a fake tit coming out of your dress.” He refused to give the falsie back. Until she learned he accepted her warts and all, he’d keep the fake stuff out of her hands.

  “I’m sure it was.” She blushed from her hairline to her chest. “Will you tell the driver to return to the house, if he hasn’t already? I’ll change. My plan didn’t work quite the way I wanted.” She left his lap and her skirt snagged, exposing her bare bottom.

  Holy fucking shit. His sweet and innocent heiress was trying to seduce him. The second she said she wanted him to teach her to kiss, he should’ve guessed her endgame.

  He sat on the edge of the set. “I can’t protect you if I don’t have all the information.” He stared at the crimson staining her lips… and were those sparkles on her shoulders? She’d planned a night out, but not at the hospital. With him? Realization swept over him. She’d gone to great lengths to go on a date with him. The event at the hospital was a true surprise to her. “You knew nothing about the cancer center opening, did you?”

  “No one said a word to me.” She settled on the opposite seat. “Oh well.”

  “What did you have in mind for tonight?” He rested his elbows on his knees. The pressure on his dick calmed some of his need for her, but not much. She’d clouded his thoughts. He should be upset with her but wasn’t. She’d done something on her own. Had she chosen him because she liked him, too, or because he was the closest thing she had to an available man? A thought occurred to him. She could dump him once she got the experience she craved.

  Nah.

  “Well, my plans didn’t include losing half my chest.” Her blush deepened. “I’m lopsided.”

  “It’s a good look for you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back. “Sorry.”

  “Great. When I goof up, it’s good. Keeps me in my place.” She slid toward the door. “We’re at the front of the house. I’ll change.”

  Before he could stop her, Anissa left the limo and ran into the mansion.

  He groaned. She wasn’t a package or item. She wasn’t a piece of ass. She was a person. A warm, sweet, strong but delicate woman. She had feelings, and he had to see her as a human being. He’d admired her for the last five years. She’d blossomed. Sure, he appreciated when she wore makeup and had her hair done, but he liked her natural best.

  But now she wanted nothing to do with him. He had to fix the situation and convince her to hear him out. He wasn’t going to let anyone else touch her now that he knew she wanted his attention.

  If she wanted to kiss, entice a man, be accepted on her own terms… to be fucked by him… then he’d be her teacher. Fuck the rules. He wanted her more than his next breath.

  He left the luxury car and spoke into his mic. “Change of plans. Will have to go off-script. She’s prepping for the hospital gig. Will advise when we’re ready to move.” She hadn’t gone to the lengths of dressing to turn him on for nothing. Time to smooth things over and show his good-natured girl how wonderful naughty could be.

  Chapter Two

  Anissa hid in her suite and sank to the floor. According to her schedule, her original plans had been erased in favor of the hospital event. She’d thought she could take charge of her life and have a night to herself. Not if her father had a say. He’d run her life into the ground. He’d probably changed the plans, let the security staff know and ignored her wishes. He hadn’t wanted her to grow up. Too bad. She couldn’t stop time.

  She stared at her lopsided chest, then removed the remaining gel pad. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. So much for trying to be buxom. Embarrassment washed over her. No wonder Kam looked at her with such a strange expression. She willed the mortification to leave, but how? She’d made an impression, but not a good one.

  “Anissa?” Kam knocked on the door. “Ms. Dunn?”

  She froze. He’d come hunting for her. “Yes?” She wiped her face and smeared her makeup. “I’m okay.”

  “May I speak with you?” Kam asked. “Please?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She’d let him in once she fixed herself up and put on a demure outfit.

  “Anissa, open the door.”

  She stood, then rested her hand on the knob. She had to face him sometime. “Okay.” She twisted the lock. “Come in.” She didn’t know why he’d asked for entry. He had keys to her suite. He could’ve barged in without a second thought.

  Kameron stood in the corridor and held up the enhancer. “I thought you might
want this back.”

  “I’m good.” She kept her head high. “I thought I’d make the single-boob thing a new look. Besides, you might want that as a trophy.”

  He half-smiled, then tucked the falsie in his coat pocket. “You’re gaping.” He tugged the looser side of her dress into place, covering her nearly exposed breast. “Someone might see more than you intended.”

  Oh, God. She closed her eyes. She’d embarrassed herself again. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.”

  She placed her hand on his. “You can let go. I’m changing, so the pads won’t be necessary.”

  He did as she’d asked, but instead of letting completely go, he cupped her jaw in both hands. “You asked me for a favor.”

  She had when her confidence wasn’t in the toilet.

  “What was it?” he asked. “Say it. If you want something from me, I want to hear the words. Nothing happens until you speak. I’ll make you wait.”

  “Cocky bastard,” she muttered. She didn’t mind him being in charge, but he could’ve used a softer approach. “I asked you to teach me how to kiss.”

  “You’re sure?” He caressed her cheeks. “You’ve been kissed. What can I teach you?”

  She didn’t understand. Why wasn’t he going along with what she wanted? She’d said the words. Part of her was irritated, but the rest turned-on by his touch.

  “Haven’t you been kissed? I seem to recall seeing at least one man… do so.” Kam rested his forehead against hers. “Anissa?”

  “I have,” she said. “But you’re better.” She’d eavesdropped on him while he kissed his girlfriends. She longed to be possessed the same way. “Will you… teach me?”

  “I will.”

  Thank God. She relaxed a bit, expecting the first lesson. “Kiss me.” He didn’t oblige her. Instead, he swept his gaze over her. “What?” she asked. “Lesson one. Let’s go.”