Twisted-Games

the seat behind her so I didn’t have to face her.
My head was all over the place, my cock was hard again, and my
professionalism had taken a twenty-story jump out the window.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, silently cursing myself, Christian, her old
bodyguard for having a fucking baby and leaving his post, and everything
and everyone who’d contributed to the mess I was in. Namely, lusting over
someone I shouldn’t want and could never have.
I took this job thinking I had one objective, but now it was clear I had
two.
The first was to protect Bridget.
The second was to resist her.