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Post by hblood on Jan 2, 2012 21:00:17 GMT -5
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Three a.m.
She rubbed her eyes, tossed one direction, turned to keep her from letting urine leak out. She didn’t want to get up this early, but she had to. She didn’t understand why her father decided she needed some bodyguard. She was fine and she was having fun down here while she was working. She had met a sexy police officer that showed her his authority in the most tingly, sexy way possible. She had loved having sex with him and she loved all the attention she was getting from men in general. She has met three men so far and not a single female.to be honest, juniper wasn’t sure if she cared enough to meet a woman. She knew the California-type, catty with no real reason to be and all talk, little walk, all bark, and only painless nips. She didn’t need the hassle when she had men to satisfy and they satisfied her.
She rolled out of her bed and pressed her feet against her hard-wood floors, they arched away from the cold but she forced herself to walk to her bathroom. Shoved her underwear down, but she would have preferred if they had been pulled off her body the way Caleb pulled them off her. Her brain kept thinking about sex and it was proof that she was horny again, but this time instead of the police officer, she had an Irishman to seduce instead. Again, she wasn’t looking for any sort of mate from the guy, a guy she thought was a bit of a bastard, she just wanted him to do her for the sake of having sex. she started to see sex in black and white – they would get it on just to fill the need and then go their separate ways. Juniper was aiming to get married at 30 and since she was twenty-five turning twenty-six, she still had a few more years before she wanted a man to meet at the end of an aisle.
She forced herself to hop in the shower, but she stood and let the water hit her body and run down for at least ten minutes before she actually washed herself up. She has no problem strutting through herself completely naked, but it was, to Juniper’s disappointment, coming to an end as she would soon have a roommate. However, she would let his guy know, who was bound to be overly jacked and club bouncer in size, that she didn’t protecting. After all she was sleeping with a deputy; she was protected from harm by him and his big holster of shiny guns. She just didn’t understand why her father thought she needed protection. Sure, she was her mother’s only child, but she didn’t need a man following her around. That wasn’t her style, but she would have to deal with it. She would set the man straight in a few days, after giving him time to realize that she wasn’t in as much danger her father assumed.
“And we’re off.” She murmured to herself as she started her car toward the airport. This whole thing took her by surprise when she answered her business phone and her father was on the other line. It wasn’t up for debate, whether or not she was getting this bodyguard. The fact of it all was the man was coming by plane and she had to pick him up, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. If she didn’t the poor guy would be left in the airport and she had been stuck in Penn Station in New York overnight before and she could barely handle that as it was. So she would stick to the game plan of running him out so that she could continue making like a bunny and hopping with all the men her age in town that she found.
The drive wasn’t unbearable, but Juniper hardly remembered the drive. She was zoned out – sometimes her brain was thinking of numbers, or sometimes it was of color swatches and venues, or sometimes it was because of how she wanted to get laid again and had a choice of two men to do it with. Was she really becoming that much of a whore? Well, probably, but her legs were shut until she wanted them to be open. They didn’t call her, she sought them or they made some sort of fuck-date. However, she knew if she didn’t keep it at these two and spread to the town it would be all she would be known for here. When her name, if you googled it, was an established woman with businesses with high dollar amounts slapped on them.
She hated airports just because they had an odd smell to them – a clean, sterile air mixed with metal and sweat and food from pop-up shops and kiosks. She made her way to the gate where this man would be at. She was sure her father gave him a picture of what she looked like, but if not she would just stand and wait for the lot to clear-out to figure out which man was for her. Then, whether he wanted it or not, they were going straight to some place for breakfast. She was a hungry woman and then they would head back to the land of sapphire bay and all the people in it she didn’t care for except for Caleb and Connor.
The gates opened and people slowly emerged from the plane and made their way down to where she and others were waiting. She enjoyed watching the exchanges, some of them caught her heart in her throat with how bittersweet they truly were. Others just made their way to the baggage claim. When the lot was finally cleared, she found herself staring at a man that was nothing that she expected him to be. Then she became skeptical – how was he supposed to protect her? What was the old man thinking when choosing him?
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Post by steph6 on Jan 2, 2012 21:36:03 GMT -5
America was very much so different from the once closed off world he was used to in Romania. For one, everything was processed. He had been born and raised on a farm and despite not being huge or bulky with pulsating muscles, he did have the lean figure of a farm boy, chiseled out by his many years in the Romanian military. When he first arrived in America a few years ago, he had one goal in mind and it didnt involve staying in this morally dysfunctional country. He planned on finding Jasey, his wonderful wife, and just brining her home. He didn't want to end up getting found by some millionaire old man who needed a bodyguard for his little daughter. No, he didn't want to get involved but after hearing him say he'd help him with whatever he wanted - and pay him generously- Rafe honestly couldn't refuse the offer. He desperately needed the money at this point and though he had given up on his search for his long lost wife, he figured if she wanted to be found she would have done so by now. She didn't want anything to do with him and he wasn't going to force her to do anything she didn't want to...or couldn't bare to.
So it was why the plane he was currently sitting on (in first class...he didn't even think he'd be flown from New York City this way considering the flight wasn't that long) was touching down and he was running his fingers through his thick head of hair. His piercing blue orbs looked around as everyone cheered and he felt a bit ridiculous but clapped right along with them. He was used to being in the cockpit, seeing the world at his disposal. He'd been a pilot in the military and now he was sitting in some large commercial flight wishing he was flying the large plane instead. He didn't have much on him-in fact he had one suitcase with all his belongings folded extremely small so it would all fit...He couldn't get another suitcase in time so just the one had to do. He didn't wear anything special, just a simple white tee shirt, some loose fitted jeans, and a pair of messy chuck taylors (the one brand of sneakers he shall forever worship for getting him through his entire life basically). His black belt was a bit visible as he checked his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and crappy flip phone before he started out and into the funky looking hallway. Ugh, he didn't like this...wasn't enjoying it at all...but maybe he'd be able to raise enough to go back to Romania and help his cousin raise her daughter with his cousin-in-law. It would be a nice life, right? Probably not. As much as he loved Romania and he essentially dreamed of raising a family of his own there, he knew better. Everything would remind him of Jasey and until he fully moved on, he couldn't go back. He had to learn to live his life. Fully. Without living in the past.
He was the last one off since he had stopped the pilot and co pilot to chat with them a bit. Surprisingly, they weren't American and the copilot knew Romanian so it was perfect. He didn't have to stress over not knowing English all that well or his accent being that strong. Eventually, the three started off the plane, in a fit of laughter while speaking in rapid Romanian about a stewardess who had spilled coffee when they had hit a bit of turbulence along the way. He gave them a nod as they all said their goodbyes and then he stood there at the gate, looking for what the old man had described to be his daughter. Black hair. Blue eyes. Curvy. Beautiful. Well, that all depended on one's taste. Curvy could mean she was pleasantly plump. Beautiful could mean she had a gap between her teeth and tones of piercings. It was all a matter of perception but when he saw her, he saw her father in some of her features and knew instantly that had to be her. If not. Fuck.
"Good morning, miss," his accent was ridiculously strong and he wondered if she understood him but he held his hand out to greet her, being friendly yet quiet like he always was. He wasn't a brash, egotistical man and never had been. Most would say it was his biggest fault, "You are the daughter of Mister Charland, yes?" He felt ridiculous asking but what else was he supposed to do? He'd never gotten a picture because Mr. Charland had been so busy and his assistant had forgotten to do so. Well, her father described her accurately enough.
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Post by hblood on Jan 3, 2012 12:03:56 GMT -5
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“Yes, I’m her.” She said as she shook his hand as polite people would do in this situation. Their meeting clearly wasn’t as touching or heartfelt as some of the ones she just saw, but she wasn’t complaining. She didn’t need to be scooped up into the arms of a man. She was in charge of herself and responsible for only herself. This guy didn’t know how boring this job would really be until he realized she wasn’t in danger from anything besides maybe taking up too many frequent flyer miles on certain men. She was beginning to think that, why yes, she could settle into being a whore quite nicely. No man wanted her past the bedroom anyway; why should she deny it to herself. She would make herself get used to the loneliness.
“My name is Juniper Charland, as you probably already know. Let’s get your bags and I hope you have room for a meal, as I’ve been up to gather you since 3 am and my day has only but started, I’ll need the fuel.” She led the way down to the baggage claim, but she was surprised that he only had one bag of things. He was a bodyguard, so they must keep the bulk of their things where they decided they actually lived and what they figured they needed, the brought with them. She let him grab his bags before making her away to where she parked. Because she had been one of the last to arrive, their spot had been farther away from the exit than she would have liked, but she just kept putting down her high-heeled booted feet one after another. A wolf whistle from some guy in the car, she shot him a glare. She didn’t need a whistle to make her feel good, plus it was disrespectful.
She led him to her shiny silver little Toyota Camry, it wasn’t the kind of car that a woman of her wealth should be driving, but it was Juniper’s car that she loved. She unlocked it and opened the trunk for him, she took the baggage from him, her mother’s strict training to make her a hostess shined through as she shut the trunk down and rounded to the other side of the car, she put them on the road back hope. However, she was serious, as soon as she saw somewhere she found respectable, she would swoop in for the meal. And they weren’t on the road long before she saw a little diner tucked between two large food corporations. She was excited about their meal and she took a glance at Rafe before heading into the shop.
“Time for a breakfast.” She mentioned to him as they got out of the store. Juniper headed toward the door, but stopped in her tracks as she read that their diner would be closing soon. They were open now and she could help them stay open. They were nestled in between a Dunkin’ Donuts and a McDonald’s so she could understand why they could be struggling. Something flared up in Juniper, the adrenaline of her businesswoman nature. If they passed her test: good food, good service, and good history – she would save them with her own personal money. This was how she acquired a vineyard, after all.
They greeted her at the door, a happy little hello and led the pair to a nice little booth. Well, they definitely need a makeover; the booths had wear and tear, the tables were scratched up, and it was open enough in terms of space. She asked for a coffee, with nothing in it – not because they could screw it up, but because she wanted it. She let Rafe order his own drink and their waitress tottered off, checking up on other customers at their tables. Her eyes scanned the menu, nothing seemed gross to the eyes or seemed overly outdated – she read many things she wanted and she would order them all.
“I’m like a weasel in a hen house after all the eggs. Promise to judge me not too harshly by the amount of food I’m going to eat. Okay?” She giggled and made little notes of what she wanted. This would be fun, she was playing a hidden inspector and she loved it. She wanted to save this business, she was already sure of it, she couldn’t help herself despite knowing she had multiple businesses to save, she couldn’t deny them – even if they didn’t know she was secretly mapping out a plan of action and tossing around a number in her head. She could just donate a lump sum and leave names and numbers of places to help them or she could just go on ahead and offer her services free of charge.
As she ordered her food, she was able to keep her composure: sunny-side up eggs, home fries, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and French toast. She knew it was a lot and when Rafe ordered his food she out ordered his by 500% but she didn’t regret it. She just smiled as the waitress went away and stirred a teeny teaspoon of sugar into her cup. “My Father didn’t tell me a lot about you. Not even your name honestly or where you’re from – I don’t recognize your accent. Won’t you tell me more about you while we wait for food?”
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Post by steph6 on Jan 3, 2012 13:51:00 GMT -5
"Răsărit este atât de frumo," she smiled as bright as the sun she was describing shined and Rafe wrapped his arms around her shoulders to pull her back closer to his chest. He leaned his chin on her left side before kissing her cheek. Her hair had been short then. A little bob to keep it out of the way. Her hair was blonde like golden wheat and her eyes were always strong and self righteous. She screamed about being independent yet always leaned on him like a crutch just because she knew he'd always be there waiting for her as she always waited for him. All of this he knew, knew how hypocritical she could be, overbearing to the point of insanity, and yet little moments like these were what made him fall in love with her all over again. Those moments where she showed her soft side and would run her finger tips down the length of his strong, lean arms before lacing their fingers together like two peas in a pod. She used to say that. I’m like a weasel in a hen house after all the eggs. It was something his cousin taught her when they used to be friends before it abruptly ended and soon after, she disappeared. His Jasey, the one who's wedding ring sat on a thin silver chain around his neck under his shirt as close to his heart as he could get it. Wedding bands that seemed to no longer mean anything after she took off mysteriously without even leaving a note explaining why or even where she was going.
His mind wasn't entirely focused on the female before him, Juniper, as she called herself. His mind was back in Romania, having hot coffee and a piece of bread on the front porch while Jasey described the sun and how it told them how their day was going to be. His mind was on her golden halo of hair, her glittering eyes, and the way she had that small dip in her spine every time he ran his hand over it. Rafe followed through the motions of getting into the car, of obeying without objection as they went to go get food. He didn't judge her choice of food or even her choice of place. Food was food and he would eat it as long as it wasn't fast food or still alive. He looked down at the menu when it was his turn to order, "I will have the cup of coffee and the butter roll toasted, thank you, misses," and the waitress seemed taken aback by how polite he seemed before she seemed to disappear out of sight. That was when Juniper Charland in all her raven haired beauty brought him out of the mental misery and rut he was in-for the time being. He shrugged at her choice of food, brushing it off as if it meant nothing. She reminded him a bit of his cousin. She seemed to eat everything in sight yet would never gain a pound.
As she asked to hear more about himself, he seemed to hesitate, thankful the coffee had at least arrive so he could buy himself some time. He could tell her the basics but he didn't want some deep and meaningful friendship or anything to stem from it. He was more focused on raising enough money to leave, "My name is Rafe Zulrich and I was born, raised, and lived in Romania before coming to America," he took a sip of coffee as if to subtly say that was it. He wasn't going to go into detail but he added some more relevant information maybe to boost up his resume or something along those lines, "It is mandatory for the first male born of every family to go into military. I was a pilot before..."but he cut himself off before he could go any further. Once Jasey left, he decided not to continue with his career as a pilot, which was what brought in the primary income of the household out of all of them since it was from the government. He instead took to farming and then eventually made his way here where he did odd jobs to stay afloat as he went from place to place to place, "...before I met Mr. Charland in New York City. A man was assaulting his driver and I...took the man out? Is that how it is said here?" he cocked his head a bit to the side like a confused puppy, eyebrows coming together. He disliked slang-even Romanian slang.
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Post by hblood on Jan 3, 2012 16:46:39 GMT -5
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When they got back she would show him to his room and let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. In the meantime, she would be working on her projects in her room and be debating on whether or not she should throw the roses away that deputy hayes bought for her one the evening they had sex, while it was good sex, it was rushed because he wanted to watch a damn football game. That was a little irritating for her, but that was how her relationship would be with him. Honest and real, no strings attached and no feelings outside a mutual understanding that they were getting laid.
She wasn’t sure exactly where she was going in life and as many times as she would tell people and look down on them for being promiscuous – she was now the same. Sure she was getting used to this lifestyle, but she knew deep down inside this wasn’t what she wanted out of her life. She kept the goal of thirty, but sometimes in the morning she was depressed she wanted something completely different. A loving man, who didn’t want to sleep with other woman, who wanted to kiss her and only her and they would marry and have children. She wanted that deep down, but she was satisfied with casual sex from men who didn’t want her for more than an hour when they needed the screw.
Now that she had a bodyguard, but she was seeing him as more of an assistant, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She wanted to call her father, if she could, to ask him exactly why she needed a man to protect her. She spent the bulk of her day inside her home on her computer, on skype, on her phone, on excel, on data sheets or she was out with clients, seeing venues, tasting food, picking out flowers, directing rehearsals, hiring photographers, video recorders, disc jockeys and masters of ceremonies, sometimes even live bands – she didn’t do any line of work that needed a man of this caliber.
And she didn’t know why this man was here, but he was here now. He was from Romania and she smiled – this was a first time she met someone from Romania. He mentioned that he was a pilot before and it was also a first for her. She never met the pilot of a plane she flown in and now she was meeting one that she never sat in their plane before. But he was way over qualified to be her bodyguard, but she wouldn’t tell him that he was. “well, I thank you for stepping in, Mr. Zulrich. My father is very fond of his driver as they’ve been friends since their childhood. You probably didn’t notice, but he was blind in one eye.”
The waitress brought back their food and she suddenly felt extremely guilty and embarrassed. Compared to what he had ordered, which was hardly anything, to what she ordered – she looked like a brat and she couldn’t handle it. She arranged it so that the one meal she truly wanted was in front of her. She tasted it and was instantly pleased, but she tasted bits and pieces of the rest. “what I do for a living is rise businesses from either ruins or where they are almost failing. So, I ordered more than what I wanted to see if they’re …. Well if their service is terrible or if they just needed a contribution. So before we leave, I’ll be donating some of my personal money and offer my services to help them. So please, feel free to eat any of this. I feel like I’m wasting food and I can’t handle it.”
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Post by steph6 on Jan 5, 2012 19:22:49 GMT -5
The Romanian native didn’t know the man had been blind in one eye. He applauded him, internally, for being able to drive without the use of both eyes especially in a city like New York where traffic was abundant, “Your father told me about your success business,” he added after taking a bit of his butter roll. Her father had told him her kind of business but he expected some crazy business woman who was cold and cruel who just wanted everyone for the money. He had also told him about how he had heard rumors of her being seen with a man named Connor Sewlyn and even Rafe knew who he was…but indirectly of course. He’d heard about him once or twice while in New York City-rumors and gossip that circulated him. But he didn’t expect what he’d seen thus far. He knew he could judge people too harshly and he figured it was because he’d become a bit bitter after Jasey left. He loved her, still did, and though he knew moving on was the only option left, he still tended to push it to the back of his head whenever he saw a wisp of blonde hair or a flash of golden skin.
Looking around at the food, he ate with the manners of a farm boy: elbows off the table, forks and knives in the correct hands, chewing with his mouth closed, and using his napkin as a bib despite nothing ever falling on it. The napkin was even checkered. He was a farm boy to the bone and it was expected. He took bits of each plate and soon enough, he found himself leaving them empty. He was enjoying the food a bit too much, as if he didn’t eat enough before this or hadn’t had a good meal in a while. Both were true. He disliked fast food so he always pooled his money to buy things at the farmer’s market while they were still fresh so he could cook them himself. His money never stretched that far, though. He’d always been bad with money only because he never really had to handle it before. Jasey was always the smarter of the two of them. He never went to college, though he did finish high school. He knew math, was great at it, but finances and investments? They made his brain turn to poo and he’d rather avoid it. But calculating velocity, wind speed, and all those beautiful things while up in the sky with adrenaline pumping through his veins and the world down below at his fingertips? He could do that with his eyes closed. He was a strange guy with strange habits and he didn’t bother trying to hide any of them.
“Would you not want to know why it is going under, though?” he suddenly asked, looking up at her. He’d been concentrating so heavily on the food, he had stopped paying attention to the world around him. Typical guy to only concentrate on food. Jasey could be in front of him naked and he would have….no, he’d stop eating for that… “For example, yes?” he looked at her once all the plate before him were empty and he had a food baby nestled safely in his stomach, “What if owner were going to retire and go move away? Or if owner need money for a surgery or bills?” he was thinking realistically because yes, anyone can go around donating money and fixing up businesses but some people just didn’t want the help or didn’t need it. He wasn’t questioning her ways-just trying to help out…as strange as it sounded. He’d been specifically sent to keep her away from that Connor fellow but he had no idea what the guy looked like. He’d heard different rumors ranging from gang activity to drug lord to tooth fairy. He could just be an average guy smitten by Juniper, which Rafe could understand. She was beautiful and she seemed to have a very good and fairly mature head on her shoulders. She oozed sex appeal with an air of respect and authority and he couldn’t expect anything less or more after meeting her father who seemed authoritative enough as it was, “The food was wonderful,” he said kindly and politely to the waitress who had returned and asked how they were enjoying themselves, “Thank you, misses.” What a gentleman.
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Post by hblood on Jan 10, 2012 13:46:55 GMT -5
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Juniper was used to the upper east side of Manhattan and she was still learning to appreciate her vineyard. She was still learning how to appreciate the space she had from the entire world it seemed. In Manhattan, people were outside her window walking to their destination at all hours and at her vineyard it was just her, her grapes, and her puppy. Here if she wanted to see people she considered friends she had to drive to see them, they were conveniently a block or two away. And here in California she only had two friends and both of them had sex with her without any strings. It was hard adjusting to it, but she was getting used to it. Her loneliness wasn’t solved with the meaningless sex, as she would have liked and she convinced herself that it did – the meaningless sex with men she didn’t have feelings for made it deeper, but she couldn’t stop herself now that she started. She watched football games with Caleb, ate food, and eventually he got around to fucking her and with Connor, it was a sporadic and whenever he called her was when she got something with him at all.
Apparently her new promiscuous ways provoked her father to send her a bodyguard. A bodyguard that she wouldn’t have anything in common with and would end up to juniper as a roommate more than he would be seen as her bodyguard. She didn’t need protection from other people, she needed protection from herself. She was making choices that were self-mutilating and if anyone ever found out and let it slip she was easy to sleep with, her business could be knocked down a few pegs and she couldn’t afford it. She liked being her own boss and doing things at her space and if she had to work for someone again it would be hell. She didn’t like office meetings or her more-boring-than-would male co-workers sizing her up the way she already let two men here do to her. She didn’t want to feel pressured into have secret sexual relations with her boss just because they had the power over her and where she was going. She escaped office life to run her own business and let other people work from home, many of them single mothers or stay-at-home moms. If she went down, they and their families went down.
Her bodyguard made a valuable point – to know why they were going out of business, but she wanted to just be a savior and not have to pry to be it. But he was right, if she just slapped down a donation it couldn’t be helping at all, they could use it for other reasons. It would be helping them, she guessed, but it wouldn’t be helping them in the way she wanted it to help them. There was something about this bodyguard that Juniper found herself already smitten with – perhaps it was his lips, or the intensity of the color in his eyes, or his eyebrows, or the color of his hair – she already enjoyed his company. Perhaps her father knew she just needed someone to keep her company, that the way she was raised she always craved to have attention and companionship, but it forever seemed out of her reach. She didn’t mind his suggestions or his way of thinking and how it was against hers. She would have to ask the waitress, after she and Rafe finished speaking. She didn’t want to be rude and interrupt to satisfy her own curiosity, she would wait to question her.
When asked how she enjoyed her meal, juniper smiled setting down her drink. “it was all very lovely and well prepared, thank you. May I ask you why it is the diner is closing?” there was always some sort of guilt that plagued her after she spoke. Sometimes juniper felt as if she was prying and it wasn’t appreciated but she didn’t have any ill will behind her words. She did genuinely want to help them if she could, but soon after she asked and she saw the pain in the waitress’ eyes that whatever was wrong wasn’t easily fixed.
“my grandfather owned this diner, it was his life’s work and passion. But he passed away three months ago and my aunts and uncles and my mother all decided that it was better to close it than to keep it alive. Despite the family history and all that it holds, no matter how much money we get to keep it running, people just don’t want to wait for food when they can get it faster from the two chains that surround us. So, we’ve decided to shut down and split the money we get for it among all of us.” She smiled and set down the bill before excusing herself to check on others. Juniper did feel guilty, but she was glad Rafe had questioned her antics before she set down the check. Juniper pulled out her wallet and paid the bill before standing and adjusting herself.
“well, that answers that – let’s go to the vineyard. I have groceries to shop, people to call, and other things to do on top of that.” She wanted to say that she had men to please, but she didn’t. she put her mind on the road and wished he would start the conversation.
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Post by steph6 on Jan 11, 2012 11:26:11 GMT -5
Rafe felt odd not paying for their extravagant (for him it was like a buffet compared to his usual meals since he got to America) feast. He was a bit old fashioned-that men should take care of their wives and families. It was instilled in him since birth to make the best living he could possibly amount to in order to keep a roof over everyone's heads and more than enough food on the table-but nothing in complete excess. It was why he sometimes had issues with the wealthy. He wasn't used to their life style. Her father had told him he'd have his own room just down the hall from Juniper and that it was big and spacious-perfect for a man as tall as he was. Still, Rae would have been fine sleeping on the couch or even the floor as long as he got a pillow. He didn't even need a blanket. Romanian winters were rough enough and he survived through them for years. He was a bit fearful of seeing where she lived. If she had some big fancy mansion-he was goin to ask to go sleep in the pool house or something. As long as it wasn't so over the top, he was okay. He didn't want to feel or seem spoiled in any way-he liked being hsi usual humble self.
"You seem surprisingly busy," he couldn't help but make the comment once they were in the car, "What made you go into this business? I do not mean to pry...I'd just like to know a bit about the person I am supposed to be protecting, yes?" He kept his hands to himself and looked forward the majority of the time. It felt weird, always, being in a car on smooth roads like these. Or at least smoother than the cobble stoned or dirt roads he was used to traveling on. The only car they had on their property was a large pick up truck used to haul crap around. They didn't use it often-town wasn't all that far from their property and most food was already grown right there.
From his seat, he watched the scenery go by and he couldn't imagine growing up surrounded by so many buildings. Even when he was in military training, the highest building was the watch and control tower and that was far away from the base itself-over in the air fields. The highest building in the base was only two levels and other than that, there was no need to build anything any higher. They were in a flat plain with nothing but tall grass the trees surrounding the area and old as time itself. He wans't used to buildings taller than that despite living in New York City. He always found himself at any park or never looking up unless he heard the sound of a plane. Ugh, he wished, desperately, that he could be in the air at that moment, in the cockpit, seeing nothing but the earth below and the clouds all around him-an endless expansion of blue that was just waiting to swallow him whole. He had always wanted to become a pilot-even as a kid-and now was no different. He couldn't very well afford a plane or afford to make one himself since he knew the inner workings of them like the ack of his hand. He was a fighter jet pilot. It was be illegal to even own one in any country.
"I am sorry for seeming so straight forward," he said after a few moments of silence. Finally looking over at her, his intense eyes seemed to fall on her own but despite their intensity-there was a softness behind them and possibly a hint of a recent breakdown that was being covered up by this new occupation, "but your father told me about your...." he seemed to turn red and look away from her, trying to keep himself in control, "...promiscuities...with someone who is not exactly very highly recommended on his list. If you are wondering why he sent me, it was because he wanted me to protect you from him. He, and myself included, have not heard good things about him at all in New York," he seemed to breath out a sigh of relief like that had been bothering him the entire time and now he could let it out, "You seem very responsible and like you can take care of yourself," he continued, "but I just need to do my job. I have a family back in Romania I have to take care of and so this is important for me," he was trying to convince her not that she needed him but that he needed her.
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Post by hblood on Jan 12, 2012 17:06:35 GMT -5
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She tried to live as modestly as she could, but she was raised to live in complete excess of goods and services that the everyday American didn’t get the luxury of having or doing. From a young age she did more things than the kids down in the slums of the Bronx could do. When trying to find their daughter’s talents, her mother and father put her into many things she could do. Ballet, theater, violin, singing lessons…. She was in gymnastics and she played soccer. All throughout her life she was raised to be the best and have the best of everything, but as she found herself living on her own when she was older, she didn’t want the best of everything all of the time. Some days she was content with next to nothing, but other days she needed everything. She didn’t know if Rafe would get along with her, because she could already feel how different they were.
When he commented on her busyness she silently agreed in her head before responding. She was busy; she worked and worked, because she was addicted to working. She couldn’t stop herself, even when she told herself she would take a break, she found herself adding more to her list. Why? She knew why but she wouldn’t admit it out loud to people, because it was pathetic. Her wealth was built on wanting to be known, to have pride in what she’s accomplished, but mostly it was to keep her busy so she wouldn’t feel the desperate desire to have company; that she was so incredibly lonely she worked hard to fill up the space that ached within her being. She hated herself for being so needy, but she hid it all and locked it tight up and worked.
“Well, I chose to go into business because my parents are accomplished…… I never had any hobbies or anything that drove me to be successful. I just like the feeling of accomplishing a task. So I studied business and start working for consulting firms. Meanwhile I worked for wedding planning, because I like to play with designs and throw parties. Then I branched out, started my own businesses and now I just work all the time and do hardly anything else.” Silence fell within the car as she kept driving; she smiled knowing she had satisfied what little curiosity he had in him for the time being. He wanted to know what he was protecting, which was fine and dandy, but Juniper didn’t want him knowing much about her. This was awkward and she wanted to know exactly what his father thought she was doing that was so risky.
When Rafe hinted that it was because one of the men she was sleeping with was dangerous, she knew it had to be Connor because Caleb was a cop, but how did people already know? It only happened once and now her father on the east coast knew who she was screwing on the pacific coast? She knew that there was someone rumored for watching and spreading gossip around here, but she didn’t know she was being watched. She just lived in the vineyard and had sex with two men – nothing to warrant attention, but apparently it had and now she was more annoyed than anything.
“Well, Rafe, I’m curious as to how my father knows who I have bedded already, but I assure you – you’re not in danger of losing your job my father has given you. He’ll keep you here even if I throw tantrums about it until I’m not seeing anyone, which is fine. He must prefer I take up loneliness and keep myself within the confines of my vineyard rather than try to find a potential boyfriend, possibly even husband.” She pulled up to the farmers market off the strip they were driving, because she always bought her vegetables here since she had yet to make a garden of her own. She got out of the car and slid her sunglasses over her eyes before heading to the first stand for tomatoes. “Get whatever foods you like to eat while we’re here. Don’t worry about the price, okay?”
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Post by steph6 on Jan 28, 2012 19:24:10 GMT -5
At the farmer's market, Rafe didn't grab anything. He wasn't exactly all that great at cooking. He could do the basics that a man would need to survive but he'd been raised with the mindset that women did the cooking and men just did all the hard labor. His cousin learned to cook while he was outside doing all the much heavier labor that was needed in order to run a farm. He did, however, intervene a few times when she was picking fruits and vegetables to explain to her which ones were the best to pick from. He probably sounded conceited or like he was bragging about what he knew but it was completely unintentional-a fact that was brutally obvious by how he remained close to her yet still kept distant at the same time. He wasn't sure how to act around her and truly, he didn't want to be at the farmer's market but he wasn't going to make such a notion be known. It was her life. He was just supposed to be some beefy guy following her around making sure she didn't die until he got fired. He didn't plan any attachment or involvement. He was like an outsider looking in but looking with sunglasses on to keep him from seeing what was really underneath the surface.
Arriving at her house, though, nearly gave Rafe a heart attack. The vineyard was massive and though he knew better than to expect anything less, by her attitude and such, he thought maybe it would be a bit more humble.
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