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  Guardian Attraction

  Stacey Summers

  Copyright © 2013 Stacey Summers

  All rights reserved.

  For the real Jason Chandler.

  CONTENTS

  1.

  Fate

  8

  2.

  Allure

  13

  3.

  Intoxicate

  17

  4.

  Body Heat

  21

  5.

  Sickle

  27

  6.

  Genesis

  29

  7.

  Vaporize

  32

  8.

  Redemption

  35

  9.

  Transmit

  38

  10.

  Indicted

  42

  1. Fate

  She felt him pulsating inside of her. His huge, erect penis slid in and out. One hand clenching the pillow, the other on the small of his back. She was not a virgin, but by the third orgasm, she may have well been.

  "Harder."

  After muttering the word, her command was granted. Jason's sweaty hands grasped Jamie's tight, and his hips sunk into hers. He was taking her to a place she had never been before. She had never had a man like this.

  ************************************************

  At 26, Jamie Osweiler was already defeated. A semester away from completing Law School, she was getting closer to both beginning her career and a life she did not want.

  "The only thing that can help me right now is a vodka martini," she said to her best friend Alicia.

  "You know I'm always good for a few," said Alicia. "I'll text Christine, she never turns down a drink."

  The last few weeks had proven very stressful for Jamie, who hit the bottle far more often than was socially acceptable, even by college standards. Her parents worried about her.

  The girls sat down at the table inside The Blue Olive, Evanston's finest martini bar. The lighting was dark and most people were dressed nice, not like the dive bars Jamie frequented when she was an undergrad. She was grown up now, in her mind, and adults drink the nectar of the god's.

  "This feels good, we need to do this more often," stated Christine, who was sporting a fake smile.

  Jamie, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes, said, "I can't wait for this shit to be over. This has been my life for the last six..no seven years. It's been seven fucking years since I moved out of my parents house."

  "Jamie, you're going to be a fucking lawyer. This shit is going to pay off for you," said Alicia.

  Jamie heard a buzzing noise coming out of her purse. She reached in and pulled out her phone. It was her father calling. Sometimes she answered phone calls from her father. She had not spoken to her mother since last Christmas, when it is obligatory to speak to family you don't like. Now was not the time. The phone took a final buzz and then stopped. She slid the phone into her pocket.

  "Did your vibrator accidently switch on?" Alicia said with her smirk.

  "Shut up!" Jamie said playfully. "You said that loud enough didn't you?"

  "I think those cute guys over there heard you say that!" said Christine, who had not taken her eyes off of the table of men since she walked in.

  "They're probably gay anyways. No straight guy comes here without a girl on his hip," argued Jamie.

  The girls continued to exchange conversation on the cold March night. They were within walking distance of Jamie's apartment. It was something they use to do more often, back when Alicia and Christine were also students at the university. Closing time was approaching, so they decided to begin the short walk back. Opening the door brought a relieving breeze. They stepped outside and made a left down the sidewalk. Laughing and walking in the not-so-straight line only intoxicated people can, they continued their journey until they reached about half way home.

  "Hey, there is a guy walking behind us," whispered Christine.

  "He followed us from the bar, he wants to fuck you Christine!" laughed Alicia.

  "Keep walking," said Jamie sternly. "Let's go down this alley and get on that side street over there. That's a shortcut to my place anyways."

  The girls made a left down the alley between buildings, and made it to the side street. They continued walking, but Jamie kept a watch for the man to see if he would follow them.

  "Come on Jamie!" Alicia shouted about ten feet ahead.

  The man's shadowy silhouette appeared in the alley way, walking briskly toward the girls.

  "What the hell are you doing?" shouted Jamie.

  The man pulled a pistol out of his jacket and pointed it at the group. Christine and Alicia both let out blood curdling screams.

  "Don't fucking move or I will shoot! Drop your purses!" the man shouted. "Don't scream again or I will empty this clip right in you."

  All three girls dropped their purses towards the man. He raised his sock cap above his brow to examine the contents of the bags. Christine and Alicia were both crying and shaking. Jamie looked down at the contents of her bag. The man, with a smile of yellow and missing teeth, grabbed Christine by the arm.

  "You come with me. If you make a sound or fight I will shoot you right between the fucking eyes."

  "Please no! Please!" sobbed Christine.

  The entire street lit up in a wave of red and blue.

  "Police! Drop your weapon!"

  A tall police officer stood behind his car door, pointing a gun at the suspect. He dropped Christine and took off running. The police officer sprinted after him. He chased him until both were out of sight. Christine and Alicia were both grasping each other, crying, and shaking. Jamie stood and watched, as calmly as one could, flinching with the sound of a gunshot, and the accompanying screams of her friends.

  "Holy shit!" shouted Jamie. Get up! Stand up guys!".

  Both girls stood up. Just then somebody turned the corner, waving.

  "We got him! You're safe!"

  The police officer walked towards the group. His square jaw illuminated against the moonlight, almost angel-like.

  "Is everyone okay?"

  "Yeah we're fine. Christine may have a bruise but we got off pretty lucky," said Jamie.

  "How did you find us?" asked Alicia.

  "I received a dispatch to come here. Somebody called 911 and the GPS coordinates lead me here," responded the officer.

  "Nobody called 911!" Alicia said.

  "I did," Jamie said solemnly. "I had my phone in my coat pocket and dialed with my hand inside. I wasn't sure if it went through. You got here really quick," she said, still attempting to catch her breath.

  "What about the man? Did you shoot him?" asked Alicia.

  "He drew a weapon at me, so I had to use lethal force. He is dead," the officer said regrettably.

  "Oh my God!" Christine shouted, muffling her cries with the palms of her hands.

  Another police car pulled in. Seconds later, the street was filled with red and blue flashing lights. Jamie sat on the curb, opened her purse, and pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes. The flame of the lighter illuminated her face a yellowish-orange, deviating from the silver-blue the full moon was basking the street in. She took a drag, breaking the promise she made to herself to quit smoking but rebuking that this was a good exception to the rules. The smoke rising from her face revealed her blue eyes, smoky in their own right. An ambulance pulled in. EMT's reviewed the girls to make sure they were okay. The ambulance, sent with the intention of picking up victims of an assault, instead picked up the body of the assaulter, after the coroner and police were finished with him.

  The girls spent most of the night at the police station giving statements. Jamie h
ad learned the name of the fast responding policeman, Officer Jason Chandler. By sunrise, the girls were escorted home. Jamie laid on her bed and imagined Officer Chandler. She had heard once that the average response time for a police officer in Evanston was 12 minutes. In that deadly situation, where seconds feel like hours, he was there in what seemed like 30 seconds from the moment she dialed 911. Nevertheless, she was safe. She rolled over in her bed and went to sleep.

  2. Allure

  The deadly encounter put an end to the girls' social life. They all agreed they were not going out anymore. Alicia and Christine had already been living this way since they had graduated, but Jamie was disappointed. They had learned that the man who tried to attack them was a sexual predator, William Raymond Kelsay, previously serving prison time for sexual assault against a woman. The story appeared on the news. Officer Chandler was commended for his actions that night. Jamie had not seen him since the incident, about a month ago. She would often look when squad cars passed her to see if she could catch a glimpse of him. She did not hear a struggle between Chandler and the bastard, or yelling. Just the one gun shot. They were far away though.

  The BAR exam was fast approaching. Jamie picked up the empty bottles of vodka that graced her desk and put them in the recycling bin. The bottles made a terrible noise, glass hitting glass, that told Jamie what she didn't want to know. She never told her parents about getting mugged and almost shot. She figured her mother would flip out and want to come interject herself back into her life. She wasn't going to allow that to happen. She had gotten so far. Her father would just worry, and she didn't want that for him.

  Closing her textbook for the evening, Jamie resigned to the kitchen. Opening her cabinets revealed them to be quite empty. Ramen noodles were not on the menu tonight. She grabbed her keys off the kitchen table and headed out to her car, a maroon Camry. She looked into her own blue, tired eyes in her car mirror. Letting out a half sigh, half mumble, she said "Fucking grocery shopping".

  She entered the store and grabbed a cart. Her eyes scanned the store for people she knew. Sometimes, if she was swift enough, she could spot people she wanted to avoid and turn down an aisle to avoid detection. This is why she knew she would never be a successful lawyer. Instead of facing up to people, she avoided them. She wanted to make her father happy, ecstatically bringing him the acceptance letter to law school and seeing his happiness and tears of joy.

  Neurotically walking down every aisle, Jamie's eyeballs danced around, she occasionally taking an item off the shelf and throwing it in. She made a left down the main aisle, and spotted the alcoholic beverages. She made herself not go that way, heading steadfastly to the produce. She took a deep breath, and smiled. Her father always told her that she didn't smile enough. That she had a beautiful smile. She continued into the produce and suddenly stopped in her tracks as if she had been struck by lightning. There was Officer Chandler, examining cantaloupes, as if it held some clue at a crime scene. The trauma from the first time they met left her memory spotty about his appearance. Tall, maybe 6'3, broad shoulders, dark brown hair. That jaw line. She didn't know what color his eyes were.

  "Pardon me!" said an old lady, waiting to escape aisle five, but encumbered by Jamie's frozen nature. She slid out of the way and debated if she should try to talk to him. She could feel the sweat forming on her brow. She nearly turned and went down the way she came, but alas her instinct propelled her forward. She pushed her cart, growing an intense anxiety with each squeak of the cart's wheel. He looked up and made eye contact. Green. Jamie flashed her smile, and casually said "Nice set of melons you got there!".

  Officer Chandler smiled back with a laugh. "Thanks! I remember you! How are you?"

  "I'm holding up, better than my friends. They have resorted to locking themselves in their apartments and never coming out. I'm not going to let that guy win like that."

  Officer Chandler had some stubble, suggesting that he had not been at work in a couple of days. "What was your name? I feel like we need to give ourselves a normal introduction. My name's Jason. Jason Chandler."

  Jamie, who had not stopped smiling, introduced herself and shook the hand of the olive skinned police officer. During conversation, Jamie's eyes peered down at Jason's left hand. She examined his fingers and saw what she had hoped for. They continued a conversation for several minutes.

  "We should get lunch or grab coffee sometime. I'm always in town," Jason said casually. He scribbled on a piece of paper and handed her his number.

  "That would be fun. Here, I will give you my number. Let me call you."

  Jamie fumbled with her cell phone and managed to dial Jason's number, hands trembling. Music started coming from his pocket, he reached down and pulled out his phone. "Breaking the Law, Breaking the Law" played his phone.

  "Sweet ring tone, you like Judas Priest?" asked Jamie, proud that she could identify the band.

  "Yeah, but I can hardly believe you know that band. That's fucking awesome!" said Jason with a puzzled, yet happy grin on his face.

  "They're my dad's favorite band. I grew up around that stuff. Rob Halford is the shit!" Jamie said with a charismatic smirk.

  "You are getting coffee with me! I'm calling you!" Jason half-yelled, drawing the eyeballs of shoppers nearby. The two made their own separate departures from the store. Jamie drove back to her apartment all smiles. For the first time in what seemed like years, she had something on her mind besides school, her mother, her career, or getting mugged. She fumbled with her keys attempting to gain entry to her apartment. Upon stepping inside, she threw her keys on the table and set her groceries next to the refrigerator. She made her way down the hall, opening up her bedroom door. Turning the lights on, she collapsed onto her bed, staring up into the light. She laid deep in thought, mind transient to the whim of sheer coincidence. She unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. The bare skin of her legs felt divine on top of her freshly washed bed sheets. Her hand, like a predator honing in on its prey, maneuvered slowly down to her waistline. Her middle finger leading the slow charge. She began by softly rubbing her clit. Her legs stretched. Immediately wet, she continued with light strokes on the inside of her labia. Her pace quickened. Her index finger came back up to the clit, now lubricated from her own arousal. In a rehearsed motion, her index finger slid into her vagina, with her thumb now stimulating her clitoris. She often used her vibrator for times like this, but Officer Chandler had already gotten her off to a head start. Jamie moaned this time, which was unusual for her. She didn't care if her neighbors could hear. She climaxed with an intensity that was rare for her, and it left her out of breath. Her clean sheets were no more. Walking to the bathroom continued the sensations. She turned the bathtub knobs over and walked back into the kitchen, grocery bags still strewn about the floor. She found the bag she was looking for, picking it up retrieving her traditional post orgasm food, ice cream. Jamie opened the pint to find it half melted. She got a spoon and took a bite.

  3. Intoxicate

  Several days had passed since Jamie and Jason's encounter at the grocery store. Jamie would glare at her phone anxiously when preoccupied with thought. Every time her phone would beep from a text, she would light up with anticipation, only to be let down by the small talk of Alicia or Christine.

  Studying for upcoming finals, Jamie heard the buzz of her phone's silent mode. By now she had conditioned herself for disappointment. She picked up her phone, and nearly dropped it from the surprise. "A new message from Jason," the screen read. With a swipe of her finger, Jamie began reading the text. It said, "How about that coffee? I am off tomorrow." Jamie smiled, and her fingers began manifesting an acceptance. They agreed to meet in the afternoon at a local coffee house.

  The next day, Jamie was scatterbrained in class. She had other things on her mind. Her coffee date with Jason was in between her classes, so she did not have time to go home. She walked to the coffee shop, which was near campus. Opening the door, the aroma of a fresh brew dominated her senses. Her e
yes darted around the cafe to see if the handsome stranger had beaten her there. She sat down at a table and continued to look at the various faces near her.

  "So you're not even going to sit at the same table as me?" a recognizable voice asked. Jamie smiled.

  "I mean, we can do this, but we will have to talk really loud," Jason said with a sarcastic tone and smirk.

  "Shut up. I didn't see you," Jamie said. "You're always sneaking up on me, back alleys, grocery stores."

  The two laughed it out, ironing the awkwardness that usually accompanies first dates. The waitress came over to take their order. Jamie ordered her go-to-drink, a double-shot vanilla soy latte. Jason ordered black coffee. Their conversation changed from topic to topic but mainly revolved around their career paths.

  "So when did you want to become a cop?" Jamie asked.

  "My dad was a cop, so we have always been a police family. My little brother is in police academy right now," Jason responded. "How about you? What made you decide to become a lawyer?"

  Jamie looked at the ground for the first time in their date. She looked back up at Jason's emerald eyes. "Well, kind of like you, following in Dad's footsteps. I'm not sure I went into Law School with the right intentions. I wanted to make him proud of me. He has always been a good dad, and I just wanted to make him happy."

  Jamie had never told anybody that before. She bit her bottom lip. Jason, taking a sip of his coffee, looked amused. "I think that's something we naturally do as kids. We aim to please. My mom didn't want me to be a cop. She had to deal with dad doing it, so I mean it was stressful on her. Now she has two boys doing it. She says that is worse than thinking about dad. She was a kindergarten teacher though, and the thought of being around five-year-olds is way more terrifying than criminals to me."