ONE
Kane
She’s close. I can sense her, catch the faint whiff of Eagle’s unique, mesmerizing aroma.
I have to see her. The need to make sure Eagle is safe thrums inside me like a war machine.
Look only, Kane.
The boss’s angry voice echoes off the marble floor, escaping the confines of his office, slithering from beneath the heavy wooden door.
I’m wondering who the unlucky victim is this time when the yelled name makes my temples throb with anger.
“Eagle!” the man bellows. “I swear to God, if you leave this compound, I’m chaining you up in the basement for a month!”
My pace goes from casual to full-steam stomping. I close the distance, my fists clenched, ready for battle.
“Motherfucker,” I rumble, my vision wavering from corked-up rage.
I’m D.O.N.E. with this shit.
The door swings open, nearly cracking me in the face.
Carried on a rush of fragranced air is the object of my fantasies. Eagle McKenna. Too young. Too pretty, with her youthful attitude and wild spirit.
Like dominoes tumbling, my body cinches up, strung tight from my knees to my Adam’s apple.
“That man!” With a hiss, she slams her father’s office door so hard a naked statue falls out of an alcove ten feet down the hallway. Pieces of ceramic ricochet everywhere.
“Oh! Kane.” Surprise taking over her features, she stumbles over her own feet, bumping into my shoulder, color shooting up her already flushed neck. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“Are you okay, doll?”
I took the job for money, so I could fund my sister’s company for her. It took me twenty-four hours to decide I was going to quit—but then I experienced the Eagle effect.
“Huh, sweetheart?” Fuck, my voice is rough and low, and full of all the dirty thoughts she elicits any time I’m within a half-mile of her.
“Just furious.” Fanning her heated face, she glares at the door. “The usual, but he’s getting worse. He won’t even let me go to class today.”
Stiffening my spine, I quell the urge to twist her father’s head off—for now at least. I’m too busy being near Eagle.
Close but too far.
Only I know better than to get to touch. With a grunt of displeasure, I command my muscles not to allow me to lean forward, to inhale that strawberry and cream scent she hypnotizes me with every damned time she breezes through her father’s mansion.
Keep it together, Kane.
There are about a million reasons why I can’t have this woman.
The fact that I work for her father is way down on the list. But until she’s out of his grasp, I’ll be here. Watching. Protecting.
Watching being the operative word. But hell if I can stop myself from asking a personal question. “What’s his reason this time?”
Because I know there is a reason. Eagle McKenna’s name is synonymous with trouble. The kind that begs for a spanking, gets so far under a man’s skin that he tears her sweet little cunt up working out his frustration.
Another damned reason she’s firmly in the hands-off category.
I’d break her.
