by Avery Sinclair
He owns half the city. She just wanted a paycheck. When billionaire CEO Adrian Cole assigns himself as the personal protector of his new assistant after a credible threat, the boardroom rules he's lived by start falling apart — one stolen look at a time.
He had built an empire on never letting anyone get close. She walked into his office, and the rules he had lived by for ten years began, very quietly, to crack.
"You don't need a bodyguard," he said. "You need me."
She had spent her whole life being careful. He was the first thing she had ever wanted that did not feel safe — and the first thing she could not, for the life of her, talk herself out of.