THE CEO's BODYGUARD
So when his grandmother's agent, Kai, texted him a photo of the new bodyguard the next morning, Jason nearly choked on his coffee.
He stared at the image.
Short blonde hair, her muscular arms crossed over her chest.
Her face, not ugly, but not at all trying to be pretty either. This woman looked like she could lift him up a wall and suffocate the life out of him.
He corrected his thought of calling her a woman. She was rather a tomboy, not a woman to him.
"Her name is Jenna Smith," Kai's message read. "She starts at noon today.
Try not to scare her off."
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