The Client Disclaimer

Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. “I heard a scream,” he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed.

Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarra.s.sment won.

“Everything's fine,” she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out.

“But you screamed.”

“Because I came, Reed.”

His bewilderment only grew. “Came where?”

And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life.

So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin.

“I had an orgașm, Reed.” She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his c.0.c.k she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head – not that she was trying.

Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her.

She pulled her sheets away.

Rule #1: Always be armed and alert when you're on duty; Rule #2: Treat everyone and everything with suspicion; Rule #3: Be un.o.btrusive – and Rule #4: Do not fúck the client.

It's taken Lena years to shed her wild child image and be taken seriously by her family. With three older brothers and a father who thinks she's porcelain, she's used to having to prove herself. At twenty-five, she is the youngest bodyguard on her father's security team. Well, she's never actually been a.s.signed to a client but that doesn't mean she's incapable. She's a thrill-seeker, an adrenaline junkie and G.o.ddammit, she just wants to shoot someone – which is why she almost rejects the unexciting a.s.signment to protect artist, Reed Lancaster. Almost. Too bad for her that her father doesn't trust her with any actual work. So she'll just have to prove him – and her brothers – wrong and look after Reed as if he were the freaking President and not a weirdo who walks around blindfolded.

Reed is scared of the world, of how things have changed. Lena scares the c.r.a.p out of him. So Reed decides to scare her back. Except his secret isn't scary at all. In fact, it's a turn-on...