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Marilyn Peters offers me a chair.I sit down on the other side of the desk to her. Steph, her assistant, leaves the room with a knowing look in her eyes.
“Would you like something to drink?” Marilyn asks.
“Water,” I say.
She looks at me disappointed. “You don’t want something a little stronger?”
“Not while I’m working,” I say.
She nods her head like she understands.
There’s a mini-fridge tucked neatly into the shelving unit on the wall next to her. She walks over to it and gets me a bottle of water. Opening the door, she bends down, and I get the most delicious eyeful of ass I’ve ever seen.
She’s got curves for days. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have her naked and in my arms.
“I’m going to need full access to your schedule.” Maybe if I concentrate on the business at hand I won’t be so distracted by her beauty. “I’ll have a team of men with eyes on you twenty-four seven.”
She passes me my bottle of water and then perches on the edge of her desk. Her skirt rides up her leg. I get a full view of her thigh.
I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose, but she’s driving me wild.
“Is that really necessary?” she says.
“You’re not the only one who takes their job seriously, Miss Peters.”
“Please, call me Marilyn.”
“Marilyn,” I say, her name sounding somehow sexual as it rolls off my tongue. “You are my client. As long as you are my client, I will do everything within my power to protect you. As of right now, I consider your threat level to be high. If it were simply a case of following you around and making sure nobody got in your personal space or crowded you on the streets it would be a totally different job. I could relax a little bit and take things as they come. But that is not the situation you’re currently facing. It may seem suffocating, but you’re just going to have to trust me when I say I am a highly trained expert in this field, and I know exactly what I am doing.”
She runs her tongue along her bottom lip. I close my eyes, blocking out the image of her licking my balls that flashes through my head.
This isn’t the first time I’ve had to work with an attractive woman. In fact, most of my gigs involve at least one beauty. It kind of comes with the territory when you’re protecting the rich and famous. But Marilyn Peters is doing something to me I’ve never experienced before. She’s absolute perfection.
I’ve only just met her but already I’m picturing us settling down and raising a family together.
“I’m sure you're extremely competent,” she says, standing up and returning to her side of the desk. Suddenly, the friendly smile has disappeared, and she’s all business. This is the woman that turned a small boutique store into a multibillion-dollar, worldwide business. “But this week marks the culmination of nearly a year's hard work. I’m launching a new clothing company. A beautiful, comfortable, fashionable range of clothes for women of all sizes. It’s a dream I’ve had ever since I was a little girl. And, now that it’s finally here, there is no way I am going to hide away like some scared little girl and let this weirdo ruin my big moment.”
We lock eyes. I can’t help but respect her point of view. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“You’re not going to do as I say, are you?”
“No,” she says. “I’m not.”
I take a deep sip of my water. It gives me a second to think over my options.
I could stay on and do a half-assed job and take her money. But if something happened to her, I’d never forgive myself.
“Okay,” I say, standing up and placing the empty water bottle on her desk. “I quit.”
She looks at me with her mouth hanging open. “You what?”
“I wish you all the best with your new company. I’m sure it will be a success. But I don’t think this professional relationship between you and I is going to work out. It’s not a good fit.”
I reach across the desk and shake her hand. She’s still in shock. I bet she doesn’t hear the wordnovery often.
“You’re leaving?” she says.
“There are plenty of other companies who can provide you a security detail. They’ll send around a bunch of big men in black suits with earpieces and walkie-talkies, and maybe that will be enough to scare off your stalker. But that’s not the kind of business I run. If I can't do my job properly, then there’s really no point in me being here.”
