En cours de chargement...
It wasn't every day that I was shot at by a sniper. But this was now my life, being hunted by someone my (dead) ex-fiancé had crossed. They thought I had something he'd taken, and they weren't going to stop until they had what they wanted. I went to the best security company around, but what I ended up with was a bodyguard who was as hot and tempting as he was grumpy and annoyingly bossy. Vaughn reluctantly took me on as a client, despite my inability to pay, and put me in his own personal safehouse with a set of rules to follow. But a few of those rules? Yeah, I broke them just because I knew it would provoke him.
What I didn't anticipate was the kind of punishment he decided to dole out .