Strip, Miss Hot Bodyguard!
“Rhea Kane. Your father hired me two hours ago when your usual team started dropping like flies. Clearly, they weren’t up to the job.”
I swallowed hard, still staring. “You… you took down five guys. Alone. My bodyguards were all ex-Special Forces or something and they…”
“...got themselves killed in the first thirty seconds,” she finished, peeling off her gloves finger by finger. “Amateurs. Too bulky, too slow, too busy posing.”
She shrugged off her tactical jacket, revealing a tight black tank top underneath that clung to her athletic frame.
Her arms were sculpted, shoulders strong, and the way the fabric stretched across her chest when she moved made my mouth go dry. A small tattoo of a coi
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