Captured by the Bodyguard(5)

She was to have two guards stationed at her place to watch the house, while Cane was to be her personal bodyguard living with her in close quarters. After dinner, she would be returning home where the two guards would already be found waiting. Then she had to worry about having a man in the house with her, for heaven knew how long. Alexandra bit on her lip, and not for the first time, wished herself having someone else’s life. Just anyone. Any normal person on the street that didn’t have to worry about such things as being safe from imagined corporate kingpins out to get her.

And then Alexandra felt instantly guilty for thinking that. Many people would be grateful to have the kind of life she lived. A loving, generous father who’d made sure she went to the best schools, had the best opportunities in life. Holidays in exotic places when she was growing up. All the good things money could buy. But she still wished she could hold on to at least one aspect of her life she had been so sure she’d won for herself when she’d reached of age. Her independence, her privacy. All of that was shot to hell with this new addition to her existence: a sinfully gorgeous bodyguard called Cane who wasn’t going to just go away no matter how much she wished it…



***

Alexandra lived in a two-bedroom house she’d inherited from her mother. It was certainly no stately abode but it did have two gorgeous marble bathrooms, hardwood floors and a stainless steel kitchen with granite counter tops and every cooking appliance known to man. She loved the engaging and warm décor and always felt glad she hadn’t allowed her father to convince her to stay deep in the city in some penthouse apartment. Her home was just a little on the outside of the city and she’d always liked the idea of being surrounded by serenity. Now, she wasn’t so sure.

She reluctantly invited Cane in and pursed her lips as he strode past her into the foyer. He’d taken off his suit which was slung over one arm while he had his suitcase and duffel held in his hands. He set them down before closing and locking the door behind him.

Trying to quell the sensation that she was now trapped in with a lethal jungle predator, Alexandra had to remind herself he was here to protect her. No matter how much she resented his presence in her formerly well-laid-out existence, she knew he was just here to do his job and she suddenly vowed to give him no reason to confirm his suspicions about her being the spoiled little rich girl she might come across as.

“I’m sure you’ve been briefed about the house – you’ll be taking the guestroom which is the only other room apart from the master bedroom where I sleep,” she informed him calmly. “Would you like to check it out?”

“Sure,” he said, and when he bent to reclaim his bags Alexandra had to choke on a gasp at his backside so loving cupped by his snug, well-fitting dark pants. Cane Hutchinson had a world-class ass and she was vividly reminded of how her best pal had been drooling as much over Cane as her food during dinner. Once again, no way Alexandra could blame the other woman. Dude was a walking freaking sex symbol and now she was all alone with him in her somewhat cramped but beautiful home. Alexandra was so not prepared for this, on any level.

There were two other men stationed outside manning the gates and the next day the security company was going to install the cameras, panic buttons or whatever else was needed to keep her safe and secure from…what exactly? Alexandra still felt this was just total overkill on her father’s part, having her guarded like she was some president’s daughter or something. For now though, she’d play along but she was definitely going to have a talk with her father again and convince him this was just too much.

But first she had to get over the fact that she’d be having another man sleep with her in the house for the first time in…well, ages. She’d only ever had one real boyfriend and though the relationship had lasted more than a year it left no fond memories for her and she pushed the thought aside quickly.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Alexandra muttered, lifting fingers to her throbbing temple as she stood in the open doorway of the guest room, watching Cane place his bags in a corner and scan his environs. It was a large room with a balcony next to hers which overlooked the gardens surrounding the house.

He went to the French windows and pulled the curtains closed before turning to her. “Maybe if you got a good night’s sleep, you’ll feel better about everything,” he suggested lightly.

Alexandra bristled, his calm exterior beginning to irk her for some reason – perhaps because he could so easily get under her skin. “The only way I’d feel better is if I woke up to find you and your team of babysitters gone,” she snapped.