busy trying to seduce her on to her back to entertain the thought of getting any other woman into his bed.
He was by far her toughest case yet. She had guarded many powerful men and women, but Harrison Sinclair was pushing all of her buttons. Normally she was good at controlling her emotions, but this man was dangerously close to making her break. Sometimes she just wanted to scream some sense into him and other times she just wanted more of his delicious kisses. Ten years; that’s how long it had been, and now one man had come close to making her want to change her mind about avoiding the entanglements of romantic relationships. It wasn’t just that her first real love had been the one who betrayed her, had been the one who broke her trust in romantic love. It was her job. She was always in jobs that were dangerous, that could bring danger home. When she operated as the assassin there was always a possibility that somebody would find out who she was and go after the people in her life. With her father, mother and brother she didn’t worry as much because anybody who knew anything about the Mishoto family knew the background enough to know that things were not always on the legal up and up with the family. Her father came from a line of men and women who protected their own. Hurt a Mishoto and die. There was no question about it, no hesitation, retaliation was a given. And with her family’s skills death could either be quick and painless, or torturous and drawn out. The method of death depended on the crime committed against the Mishoto family. She knew anybody in her family could take care of themselves, but somebody outside of that; somebody like Harrison, that would be a problem. With Darryl she didn’t worry because he had training and connections and he knew the risks of his job going in so the risks of entering a relationship with her wasn’t a deterrent. But with Harrison, he was so headstrong that he would probably never fully realize the danger he was in just by being with her. She was a bodyguard now, but that didn’t mean that the bodies she guarded didn’t have serious enemies who might try to get to the target by getting to her first. The first line of attack could be her family, or the man she loved. Of course if Harrison were family he would have the protection of the Mishoto family, but being family would mean being married and she doubted Harrison’s plans of seduction went anywhere past the bedroom.
She looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her hair pushed up into the perfect braided bun, held in place by her secret weapons. Her yellow pants suit was fitted, but allowed room to move if she needed to go on the attack, and the white high heeled boots were the perfect ending to the outfit. Those boots were killer—literally. The blades that could easily push out and retract at will were small, but could kill a person with one swift sweep of her heel across their neck. She was prepared for war—almost. She would have loved to have a few more of her prized possessions, but there were some weapons she just couldn’t get past airport security.
She looked down at the necklace she often wore around her neck. It was a necklace that she also used when she needed to kill. She hesitated. Overkill wasn’t exactly in her vocabulary when it came to being armed. “One can never be too safe,” she mumbled as she took the beaded jewelry and wrapped it around her left wrist instead of around her neck.
“Are you ready…wow,” Harrison stopped in his tracks the moment he saw Valencia standing there. Even in something as basic as a pants suit she looked drop dead stunning. “You look amazing. You do know I’m just going to sit through rehearsals right?”
“I know.”
She was the first person in a long time not to try to tell him that he didn’t need to sit through every rehearsal. Latricia had tried to tell him that, mostly because she wanted him to be elsewhere with her, but he had quickly told
He was by far her toughest case yet. She had guarded many powerful men and women, but Harrison Sinclair was pushing all of her buttons. Normally she was good at controlling her emotions, but this man was dangerously close to making her break. Sometimes she just wanted to scream some sense into him and other times she just wanted more of his delicious kisses. Ten years; that’s how long it had been, and now one man had come close to making her want to change her mind about avoiding the entanglements of romantic relationships. It wasn’t just that her first real love had been the one who betrayed her, had been the one who broke her trust in romantic love. It was her job. She was always in jobs that were dangerous, that could bring danger home. When she operated as the assassin there was always a possibility that somebody would find out who she was and go after the people in her life. With her father, mother and brother she didn’t worry as much because anybody who knew anything about the Mishoto family knew the background enough to know that things were not always on the legal up and up with the family. Her father came from a line of men and women who protected their own. Hurt a Mishoto and die. There was no question about it, no hesitation, retaliation was a given. And with her family’s skills death could either be quick and painless, or torturous and drawn out. The method of death depended on the crime committed against the Mishoto family. She knew anybody in her family could take care of themselves, but somebody outside of that; somebody like Harrison, that would be a problem. With Darryl she didn’t worry because he had training and connections and he knew the risks of his job going in so the risks of entering a relationship with her wasn’t a deterrent. But with Harrison, he was so headstrong that he would probably never fully realize the danger he was in just by being with her. She was a bodyguard now, but that didn’t mean that the bodies she guarded didn’t have serious enemies who might try to get to the target by getting to her first. The first line of attack could be her family, or the man she loved. Of course if Harrison were family he would have the protection of the Mishoto family, but being family would mean being married and she doubted Harrison’s plans of seduction went anywhere past the bedroom.
She looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her hair pushed up into the perfect braided bun, held in place by her secret weapons. Her yellow pants suit was fitted, but allowed room to move if she needed to go on the attack, and the white high heeled boots were the perfect ending to the outfit. Those boots were killer—literally. The blades that could easily push out and retract at will were small, but could kill a person with one swift sweep of her heel across their neck. She was prepared for war—almost. She would have loved to have a few more of her prized possessions, but there were some weapons she just couldn’t get past airport security.
She looked down at the necklace she often wore around her neck. It was a necklace that she also used when she needed to kill. She hesitated. Overkill wasn’t exactly in her vocabulary when it came to being armed. “One can never be too safe,” she mumbled as she took the beaded jewelry and wrapped it around her left wrist instead of around her neck.
“Are you ready…wow,” Harrison stopped in his tracks the moment he saw Valencia standing there. Even in something as basic as a pants suit she looked drop dead stunning. “You look amazing. You do know I’m just going to sit through rehearsals right?”
“I know.”
She was the first person in a long time not to try to tell him that he didn’t need to sit through every rehearsal. Latricia had tried to tell him that, mostly because she wanted him to be elsewhere with her, but he had quickly told
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