Page 24 of Fall
My eyes should be on the boss.
Butthey’re not.
Because as hard as I try, I can’t stop my gaze from traveling slowly down the luscious silhouetted curves of the barely legal woman standing at the doorway.
Natalia Romano.
The boss’s only daughter and sole heir of the boss’s empire.
I protected her since she was a kid. And before this morning at the airport, I never looked at her the wrong way. Not eventhose years I worked as her personal bodyguard.
“There’s my gorgeous princess,” Romano greets her. He rises from his chair and walks to the door, guiding her out to the hallway. “Your ears must be ringing. How was your flight?”
As they disappear down the hall to catch up on her vacation, I give myself a warning, a reminder, a mantra that’s worth repeating.
She’s forbiddenfruit.
The boss’s daughter.
His princess.
That means she’s off limits.
