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With time running out and her father's life and legacy on the line I step up—to the altar.
But the moment I start to see hope in her eyes, I’m reminded that in this game, falling in love with your client can end in a deadly tragedy.
Something I learned the hard way.
At the end of the day only one thing is going to keep her alive—reminding myself that she is just a job.
Not happily ever after.
She might have control over my body, but she’ll never have my heart.
CHAPTER 1
JIMMY
“Have a seat, Jameson.”
I silently huff at the sound of Mr. Hanson’s insistence on my full name instead of my nickname, Jimmy. Of course, I’m not going to fight Charles on that matter; nobody fights Charles Hanson on anything.
I do as he instructs and take a seat in one of the black leather chairs in front of his glass desk. Charles Hanson, owner of Hanson Enterprises, has called me in for some help. He’s not just a whale in the financial world; he’s the giant fucking kahuna. We’ve rubbed elbows at a few events, me being the one to organize the security for several of his friends in the business world. He’s a big client for the security firm several of my Army brothers and I have started, and I’m anxious to get the ball rolling.
“How can I help you, Mr. Hanson?” I ask.
The old man smiles at me, leaning back in his chair. “Please. Call me Charles. I’ve called you in because I need your help.”
“How so?”
Charles shifts in his chair to lean on the desk with his elbows. His hands clasp together tight enough to turn his knuckles white, and his mouth presses into a hard line.
“Someone is after me,” he says in a low whisper.
My eyebrows narrow together. “Do you know who?”
He shakes his head. “No. Unfortunately.”
I try to show consideration and sympathy for this situation even though it’s not uncommon. Billionaire sought after for money or revenge… I see it all the time.
“Where do I come in at?” I press.
For a moment, I think I see some sadness in Charles’ eyes. They shift from me to a picture on his desk. He stares at it a moment before picking it up in his hands and showing me the picture.
“You see this girl?” he asks, the sadness now in his voice.
I nod my head, looking at the face of the familiar blond woman staring back at me. I know who’s in this picture. “Yes,” I say.
It’s a picture of his well-known daughter, Blaire. Blaire Hanson, total bitch and spoiled brat, has been on the cover ofForbesandVogueseveral times for her achievements while working for her father… and she’s been in my bed… once. But that’s a story for another time.
Who knew months later, I’d end up taking on a job for her father.
“This is my pride and joy. My only reason to live. Mysoul. My daughter means more to me than all the money in the world.”
“Is someone after your daughter, sir?”
Charles places the picture of Blaire back down on his desk with a sigh. He rubs his face with both hands before settling his eyes back on me. “I’m not sure,” he says, “but I want her protected in case there is.”
“What exactly is going on?” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. While I appreciate Charles’ love for his daughter, I need to know the breach here.
“Someone—not sure who—has been making threats lately toward the company. I’ve had my men on it day and night trying to track down the son of a bitch, but so far, no luck. I need you to watch over Blaire. Keep her protected at all costs. Every second of every day. She’s all I have left, Jameson. She’s the only one left.”
