“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered to her reflection as she brushed her wet hair and pulled it up into a simple bun. “He’s just my bodyguard and nothing more.”
She pulled on a matching set of blue lace panties and bra and an off-white, v-neck, capped-sleeve top, and a skirt that swirled around her legs.
After she snagged a pair of heels, Kimberly left her bedroom. Today was going to be a good day. She was going to continue with her life and try to forget the unfortunate incident that was her kidnap.
She did not expect to walk straight into a solid wall of muscle. She walked right into Asher as he was coming out of his room
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she muttered, trying to disentangle her heels from his jacket, which had snagged on his sleeve.