Serving the Soldier - Part 1 (An Alpha Military Romance) by Helen Grey

downstairs in the den, if you ever want to pop in a DVD,” he said, looking perfectly serious.
    He had dirty movies? I don’t think I had ever met anyone who had dirty movies, but then again, should I be surprised? He was young, healthy, obviously well equipped, and sexy as all get out. Still, my exposure to sexual ‘adventures’ were limited.
    “You never tried that?” he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
    “Tried what?” I asked, curious in spite of myself. “I already told you that I’ve never watched an X-rated movie.”
    He shook his head. “No, I meant that position.”
    Dammit, another flush of heat, this time it spread to my toes. I quickly shook my head, plucking at the fabric of the bedspread in nervousness. “No, never tried that,” I said. “To be honest, I’m not that experienced with sex, and the few boyfriends I’ve had were never really interested in—”
    “Pleasing you instead of just themselves?”
    I glanced at him and began to nod, then suddenly stopped. Mortified. Why the hell was I having this conversation with him? I was his caregiver, not his girlfriend. This topic was so far over my personal boundary, I couldn’t find it with a map.
    I straightened my back and frowned. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about such personal things with a total stranger,” I began. “As a matter of fact—”
    “A total stranger?” he asked with a short laugh. “You’ve seen me naked, you’ve seen me sucking on another woman’s pussy, and you’ve seen my dick in her mouth. How can I be a total stranger?”
    Just the image his words created caused me to grow wet again. Dammit! Yet another flush of heat. I quickly stood, putting some distance between us before I turned around and gazed down at him sitting so casually on the edge of my bed. Placing my hands on my hips, I attempted to speak firmly. “Jax, I’m your nurse. I’m not your girlfriend, and it’s none of my business what you do or with whom you do it. I’m here to do a job and that’s it.”
    Smiling, he lifted his hands in mock surrender. Seconds later, his smile disappeared and he grew serious. It took me by surprise. His moods could change on a dime. Something else I would have to get used to. One minute teasing, the next minute dead serious.
    “Angie, I just want you to know that if anytime you want to leave, you’re perfectly free to do so. I won’t hold it against you, and you don’t even have to give me notice. Michael and I don’t think there’s much chance of anybody finding me here, but I’ll be keeping a careful eye out. If I get even a feeling that things will get hinky, I’ll let you know. I’ll pack your bags myself and send you on your way. Okay?”
    I nodded. He was so serious now and I frowned. “Do you really think someone’s targeting the members of your squadron? Why would they? Why would they take the chance of exposing themselves? And why your squadron?”
    He shook his head. “We just got back from a mission, which of course I can’t tell you about, but let’s just say we more than pissed off a few people. Word travels fast. We still haven’t verified that the incidents against the squadron are due to a terror cell, but until we find out for sure, none of us is taking chances. We have each other’s backs, and Michael will keep me updated.”
    I nodded and blew out a breath I’d been holding. I guess it wouldn’t hurt for me to do a little extra research, become a little more aware of what was going on in the world around me. I had been so busy taking care of homebound clients over the past year that I rarely even watched the news. Nothing like keeping my head buried in the sand.
    Jax stood. “Well, I’ll let you be. You can have the run of the house, go where you want, although I would just like to ask you not to go into my office.”
    I nodded. “Okay, no problem. Tomorrow, I’ll probably need to run to the store and grab some groceries. You don’t have much in