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Hearing a knock on the window, I check to see if my make-up is perfect, my dress creaseless, and if I have my silver Gucci purse and phone before stepping out of the car.
I close the door and hear my colleague, Charles Bane, whistle, "Damn. You look good, Hart."
Turning, I can see he is undeniably staring at my ass. "Eyes on the prize, Charles. Today we can't risk distraction."
Crude as always, Charles quips, "My eyes are on the prize, alright. If anything, I'm afraid the event may distract me from your ass, Hart."
Rolling my eyes, I lock my hands around Charles' forearm as I almost drag the guy towards the large Armani mansion where the charity event is about to take place, "Now escort me like a gentleman, not a caveman, Charles."
Charles chuckles as we walk toward the large doors, showing our invitation cards to the guards, and step inside.
Just as we enter, I feel a shiver run down my back. Looking around, I am confused when Charles asks, "What's up?"
Turning to Charles, I shrug it off, "It may be just my imagination."
Charles asks, confused, "What may be just your imagination?"
I sigh, "Nothing. Let's focus on the main task for now. You brought your camera?"
Charles nods, so I continue. "Then let's start."
Chapter Four - Ryan
Standingontopofthe Armani's riverside mansion roof that overlooks the event hall, I can't help but notice someone I met a while ago—Jenna. She looks gorgeous. Her dress shows off her tantalizingly smooth naked back and that dip, with her long black hair brushing the top of her jutting hips. I can only imagine how her long silky hair feels against my skin. Even though I'm standing far away, it's incredible how I can notice such minute details.
Today is the charity event hosted by the Armanis in their riverside mansion, and my security firm is responsible for the event's security. I'm dressed in my black tux and uniform like I usually am on special occasions like this. I have my earpiece in and a gun holstered inside my black jacket, ready to meticulously oversee the security of the entire event. But Jenna steals all my breath and attention when she enters the room.
I've never felt like this before about anyone. Even when Jenna wasn't dressed up that day at the cafe, she was hot, cute, and funny. How can any woman be all three things at once? But she is. And talking to her felt amazing.
My sister knows my taste well enough to try to set me up with Jenna. I admit I want to get to know her more. I also need help to juggle my work and a relationship—as proven by my previous relationship. So, ripping my gaze off her, I focus anywhere but on her.
As I watch over the event silently, noting guests, friends, and employees, my earpiece buzzes with a newcomer's voice, "Captain, we have a situation with a drunk guest near the bar."
I press my earpiece, "What's the situation?"
The earpiece buzzes again, "It's the financial advisor for the Armani. He is harassing a woman."
If it had been any other guest, I could have let the newcomers take care of it. Still, since it is someone working for the Armanis, I have to handle the situation myself.
Arriving at the bar, I find the scenario isn't like I imagined.
I expected a fat, sweaty drunk lingering at the bar who could barely handle himself but was still hitting on any woman he could see or reach. In contrast, the women avoided him like the plague.
I didn't expect Jenna to handle the guy precisely as I would. She twists his hand to his back as she sneakily hits the back of his neck to knock him out. Impressively, all of which she does in her penciled heels. I feel somewhat impressed when suddenly, in the next moment, Jenna almost falls under the man's weight.
Also shocked by the dangerous position, I rush forward to take the man but support Jenna when she dangerously tips back on her heels. I push the middle lower section of her exposed before with one hand, supporting her and the extra weight and saying, "I got you."
This throws Jenna off guard as she glares in my direction, "Ryan, what are you doing here? Also, get your hand off my back."
Getting ticked off, I let my hand go and let her tip dangerously backward again, making her almost shriek, "Oh, no, no. Don't. Don't let go."
I clamp my hand back on her waist, "I thought so."
On the other hand, I take the weight of the fatty off her and hand him over to Gray, who inconspicuously glances at the girl and smirks at me, making me roll my eyes, "Escort the guest to the guestroom, Henderson. Now."
I emphasize the 'now,' throwing a look back at Gray. Understanding something I don't want him to understand, he grins widely and nods, "Sure. I'll take him for you, Captain."
The bastard emphasizes 'for you,' irritating me. Smugly turning around, he leaves.
