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afternoon meeting. I’ll leave you in Mr. Smith’s capable hands. Don’t forget to ring me.”
    Honor smiled. “Of course not, now go. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Chapter Three
     
    As soon as the door closed behind her father’s retreating back, Honor rounded on the brooding bad-boy who’d been assigned to look after her. In just one sentence from her father, he’d been reduced from potential one night stand to someone she wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot barge pole. Look after indeed, what century did her father, and this guy, think they were in?
    “Okay, forget everything he said,” she ordered, channelling her inner bitch. It didn’t take much when she was being treated like the helpless ‘little woman.’ “Despite what my father thinks, I don’t need a man to make sure I can get from home to the office and back.”
    Smith stood there, looking down at her with an unreadable expression and a light in his eyes she couldn’t work out. It had better not be amusement, or she’d show him what damage a stiletto heel could do to Italian leather. Expensive shoes for a bodyguard, but it was none of her business what he spent his money on. Given his appearance, her money was on shoes and tats.
    She took a deep breath to start again, and was waylaid by his cologne. Musk and something woody. Smelled nice, and expensive. Not one she’d smelled before. Must be very expensive, even exclusive. The men her father pushed at her at the functions he insisted she attend were like a catalog of the latest and greatest in everything from clothes to new fragrances. Just once she’d like to find one that smelled like a man. It would be a new experience. Maybe she could even work up to one that had some kind of manual skill rather than lurking behind a desk most of his working day.
    “As far as I’m concerned, this is just a huge waste of time and money.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “But, if it makes him happy, then I’ll play along. But I make the rules, understand me?”
    She waited for what appeared to be a vague nod. Okay, he could have just been lifting his chin to look down his nose at her, but she didn’t care. She needed to get this speech out in the open, lay the ground rules now, before they went any further. Besides, the broody and silent act was beginning to piss her off. Did he think that was cute or something?
    “Which means you get to follow me like a puppy dog, get the doors and wait for me outside meetings, the gym, and the salon.” She smiled, little more than a quirk of her lips. Amusement she didn’t feel. “I’m afraid you’re going to have a rather boring couple of weeks, Mr. Smith. If I were you, I’d buy a couple of good books. You’re going to need them.”
    Silence, then a slow nod. Honor let out a breath of...no, not relief. She hadn’t been waiting for the nod. No, not at all. She was just still worked up from the warehouse earlier. Yeah, that’s what it was.
    “Okay, good. Now we have that sorted, I have work to do this afternoon. There’s a spare desk next to Lucy’s you can use.”
    The man monolith frowned, his answer a deep rumble. “Lucy?”
    “My PA. Nice girl, you’ll like her. Real chatty.” Honor grinned in real amusement this time. Mr. Talkative here and Lucy would get on like a house on fire. Not. If she was lucky, he’d run screaming from the building after half an hour of Lucy’s constant chatter. Either that or he’d fling himself from the toilet windows on the thirtieth floor.
    “Well, times a-wasting.” She grabbed her files and tablet PC from her father’s desk. “If you’ll follow me, Mr. Smith?”
    *
    He was in hell. Seriously in hell.
    Three hours later Baron would have welcomed the apocalypse or perhaps a zombie invasion. Between Duke’s incessant whining in his mind, and Lucy’s constant chatter assaulting his ears, he was ready to go stir crazy. Or postal with the stapler on the desk in front of him. It was pink, and the smiley