Disobeying Her Bodyguard

Vanessa Payton is as spoiled as she is beautiful. And having money means she doesn't have to listen to anyone, least of all her sexy bodyguard, Tucker. He's he only man she's never been able to manipulate or understand.

When Vanessa disobeys Tucker's directive meant to keep her safe, he's furious. He threatens to punish her in private and Vanessa finds herself aroused by the idea.

She'll never learn to listen otherwise. Nor will she ever get close the mysterious man she desperately want to know more about.

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Excerpt:

The man leading her was tense, but she was certain Jamie was always tense. The man behind her who seethed with unconcealed rage at her back. Okay, sure, she hadn't exactly followed his orders when she stopped to talk to Nat, but Nat was her oldest friend.

Vanessa leaned on a wall while Jamie checked her hotel room for threats. She rubbed her hands back and forth across her white satin skirt while she stared at the floor, avoiding Tucker’s dark stare. Then he dismissed his partner, while he and his anger followed her into her suite.

"What were you thinking?" he asked. "I told you not to stop, but you did." His jaw twitched under a layer of sexy stubble covering his chin and cheeks.

"I've known Nat since we were in diapers." She grabbed her skirt with her fists to stop herself from wanting to touch him.

"You put us all at risk so you could have your photo taken. I told you there was a security risk, you know yourself there is a risk, and that we needed to leave."

Vanessa was glad she kept her shoes on. When she stepped closer to Tucker, her heels put her three inches over him, without shoes they were on even ground. "I wanted to say hello." Vanessa growled through her clenched teeth and punctuated each word with a sharp nailed poke to Tucker’s chest. Fuck it, he didn’t own her, she spun on her heel, her long silver and pink streaked blonde hair following a step behind, intent on escaping to her bedroom to text her friends.

He grabbed her arm. Despite being about 5'8" he was all muscle and his fingers pressed tight into her on the precipice of pain. "Princess, we're not done." She whirled to face him, his handsome mouth clenched in a line, the muscles of his arms straining under the material of his suit jacket, while his chest heaved.

"You work for me." She met his eyes that looked like impending storm clouds. She always enjoyed standing in the middle of the storm, so she moved closer.

"I work for your father, Princess. And I think you need a goddamn punishment so you learn to listen."