Heart Of Protectors {#2}

Part 5

[Part 5]

Renee didn’t want to sound desperate, but this was probably her father’s best birthday gift ever.

“Oh my gosh, can you just see that?” Leslie whispered, and both of their eyes were stuck on the object of their attention. Renee didn’t know how it was possible, but Daddy Pierre had finally outdone himself on her 25th birthday. She didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, but it would look totally embarrassing, and that wasn’t something she wanted right now.

Not with Mr. Supermodel watching.

“Do you think your father will adopt another daughter? I want another gift like that for my next birthday!” Leslie whispered again, and Renee dug a gentle elbow into her secretary’s ribs, pasting a bright smile as Mr. Supermodel approached. He had the perfect look; the perfect face.

And to top it off –he was French.

“I’m going to lose my job, aren’t I?” Leslie continued relentlessly. “You’re going to go marry him and make babies, and close the clinic down!”

“Hush!” Renee fussed to her secretary in a whisper, then resumed her bright smile as she looked up –taken aback by how quickly he’d covered the distance between them in the moment she’d taken to hush her secretary. Had he heard what Leslie said?

“Hi, you must be Renee Devaux.” The words flowed from his throat like liquid velvet, and Renee did her best to keep her composure. She had been able to do that with Dante the night before; she wagered she could do it again with this hot Frenchman without her ovaries exploding. “I’m the night guard that your father hired from Leconte Securities yesterday. My work hours are night till dawn, and I’ll be watching over you.”

“He can watch over me anytime!” Leslie whispered inappropriately, and again she dug her elbow into her secretary’s ribs, this time harder, still holding on to her smile, not wanting to look creepy.

“Hi, thanks for coming over.” Renee replied in a pitch that was a little higher than normal. Considering the fact that she wasn’t stuttering yet; it was already something going on for her. “May I know your name?”

His pretty –for the lack of better description –eyes widened as he seemed to catch himself, and then the most blinding smile appeared. Renee wondered if she would swoon on the spot, but resolved to do it behind the safe refuge of her office later. For now, she would hold on.

“Cher moi,” He fussed, and Renee decided immediately that he was way more attractive than her father when it came to dropping French phrases into their speech, “Forgive me. I was too caught up with the presence of two beauties standing before me. My name is Louis de Rais.”

“Wait,” Renee paused for a moment. “Louis de Rais; as in the owner of the Le Rais fashion brand?”

The look of hesitation on his face was enough to answer, but it faded quickly to resignation as he raised both hands up. “Guilty as charged.”

“OH. MY. GOD.” Leslie’s exclamation was an echo to her internal thoughts, and Renee absently elbowed her secretary again.

“What are you doing here being a bodyguard? Aren’t you designing new dresses for the season?” She asked, though it wasn’t really her rights to meddle in his personal affairs.

“Let’s just say I’ve completed my designs beforehand, and I’m doing a favor to Jean-Jacques Leconte and leave it at that, alright?” He seemed unwilling to say more, but she just couldn’t let the subject down just like that.

“So you’re both a world-class fashion designer and a bodyguard?”

His grin at her suspicion was so amazing that she didn’t have any doubt that if he signed up to be a model for his own clothes, he would sell them all off immediately. Was there a limit to this man’s amazing qualities? She’d only known him for less than five minutes, and she was beginning to doubt that this man was for real.