Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
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DOMINIC
".. The paparazzi's died down a bit."
I told Miss Roselyn while she typed on her laptop at her desk. For the first time she had the curtains closed over the large window wall behind her desk. Her office was only being lit by the lamps she had (which she rarely used).
"That's good, Dominic," She sighed. ".. god, I hate writing statements."
I furrowed my brows. ".. So soon, Roselyn?"
Miss Roselyn looked up at me and scoffed, "I'm not posting it, it'll just be there just in case this doesn't go away soon. But I do need to be honest with everyone who works under the Canopy of Crystal brand— I don't want my employees ignorantly getting caught up in my mess."
I nod and Miss Roselyn leaned back in her chair— letting her eyes fall shut.
".. You're very private, sweetheart," She began with a sigh. ".. and I respect privacy, but the paparazzi don't. Now that I'm the main topic and that article got leaked you'll definitely be noticed way more, so I can't garuntee that things you don't want out won't get out."
Right.. my case.
I scoffed, "If you're implying you'll let someone else do my job for me while I lay low then I'm offended, Roselyn," I approached her desk, and she opened her eyes to met my gaze with a pout. ".. what kind of bodygaurd would I be if I hide once shit actually hit the fan? I'm your bodyguard before I'm your employee."
She frowned, ".. Your job is a complicated one to place, hun."
"It's pretty simple for me." I hummed.
".. Course it is," She stood up out of her chair and folded her arms under her breasts. ".. I should warn you— we won't be getting intimate for a while because of this and the fact Jeremiah is goin' to be here in a couple of days." Miss Roselyn explained with a playful pout.
"I think I can handle it," I said as I approched her— the tight, maroon pencil skirt and slightly unbuttoned creme colored blouse hugged her perfectly (like everything she owned). ".. you though— the reason for this agreement was to relieve stress yet when shit gets really stressful you won't even be able to relieve it properly."
Miss Roselyn grinned, "I'm a big girl, hun, I know how to make myself feel good."
I tried not to get caught up on the thought of Miss Roselyn touching herself— god, I felt like a horny fuck because this was definitely not the time.
