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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Bodyguard

  Owen

  Mila

  Greek God

  BODYGUARD

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 33

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Bodyguard

  1. Owen

  2. Mila

  3. Owen

  4. Mila

  5. Owen

  6. Mila

  7. Owen

  8. Owen

  9. Owen

  10. Mila

  11. Owen

  12. Owen

  13. Mila

  14. Owen

  15. Owen

  16. Mila

  17. Mila

  Epilogue. Mila

  Extended Epilogue. Mila

  Extended Epilogue. Owen

  Greek God

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2017 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Cunning Linguist

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  BODYGUARD

  When I win the contract to protect an unknown VIP, I’m expecting a quick pile of cash for what amounts to making sure some pampered celebrity doesn’t get sunburnt or eat too much lobster during one of their multi-million dollar weekends of excess.

  Then she shows up.

  Nobody told me it was going to be the President’s daughter…the secret one he doesn’t want anyone to know about.

  And nobody told him I’m the one in charge of protecting her. Remember me, Mister President? I’m the guy you personally kicked off your Secret Service security detail for an infraction that I didn’t commit.

  If I decline the job now I’ll never be able to work again.

  But if I agree, I have to protect her...the girl who fell hard for me four years ago. I thought of her as a bratty little sister back then. She thought of me as her personal protector who she could cuddle up to whenever she wanted...no matter how inappropriate.

  But she’s not an eighteen-year-old kid anymore. She’s twenty-two now, and she’s grown up in more ways than one. I’m only supposed to keep an eye on her, but I can’t stop staring. She’s beyond beautiful and this bodyguard’s got it bad for her.

  I’m supposed to be protecting her, but who’s going to protect me...from myself?

  And when the bad guys do come a-knockin’, I have to make the biggest choice of all. Do I follow my sworn oath to the country and protect the President of the United States, or the daughter he doesn’t even want…but I do more than anything else in the world?

  I’m dangerously close to losing my job, my reputation, and even my life. But a life without her is no life at all. I’ll lay it all on the line to show the woman of my dreams that I’m a man who knows what he wants and that’s only one thing…her.

  *Bodyguard is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

  CHAPTER 1

  Owen

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I say to myself.

  Mila Adams. She’s the whole reason I’m in the predicament I’m in. And she’s walking right towards me.

  I was part of the Secret Security detail for her father, until he personally dismissed me for hooking up with Mila.

  But that’s where things get messed up. If you’re going to can me from my job I should at least be guilty of the crime committed. I mean who gets sacked for sex in the workplace when they didn’t even have sex in the first place?

  What a crock of shit. And what a load of garbage that anyone would think I’d hook up with some eighteen-year-old kid…especially a kid that the entire world doesn’t even know about.

  While I may have been accused of not being able to keep it in my pants I know that President Adams can’t. That’s why Mila exists. When the dumbass was a senator years ago he went and hooked up with a cocktail waitress on a trip down to some taxpayer funded conference in Cancun.

  Instead of just manning up, he decided to keep the whole thing a secret all these years. Sure he acknowledges her, if you consider gifts and money as acknowledgement. I don’t, but I guess in that ultra rich and powerful world those things are used like Band-Aids to paint over the problem…kind of like the comb over I see he’s been rocking these days.

  The family is a disaster and I’m glad I’m out of that whole messed up scene.

  But now it looks like I’m about to be thrown right back in.

  When you get dismissed from the president’s security detail there aren’t exactly a ton of job offers waiting for you. You’re pretty much ostracized from the security community, and although there are a lot of us nationally and internationally the community gets really small really quick.

  We’re mostly former military and police. That’s about it. Sure there are some civilians, bodybuilders and an occasional martial arts guy in the mix, but their numbers are small.

  And small is how I’ve felt ever since getting the boot. My phone’s not ringing and the job market has all but dried up.

  But my old boss Frankie “Four Fingers” decided to toss me a bone. He knew I was hurting so he let me bid on a couple contracts. I guess this is the one I got.

  “Frankie, you’ve got to be shitting me,” I say into my mobile phone.

  “It’s only for a few days, Owen.”

  “Come on, man. Put somebody else on it. Switch me. I’ll do anything. I’ll stand guard at a Wal-Mart parking lot in the middle of the night before I�
��ll do this.”

  “No backing out now, soldier. We’ve got a deal.”

  We may not have anything signed but once you give your word in this business you better come through. If your word can’t be trusted how can you be trusted to protect some of the world’s wealthiest and politically connected and business elite?

  “You didn’t disclose all the terms,” I say.

  “What terms? You needed money. You know there’s a pile of it waiting for you after this weekend. Just keep an eye on her. She’s easy. She’ll probably be stuck to you like glue. You won’t have to do anything.”

  “Stuck to me like glue, huh? Very funny.” That girl used to try to tease and torment me like the little Lolita she was. It never worked, but apparently the accusations that got back to the president did.

  “Listen Owen. You back out now it’s over. You can’t get a job as it is. If word spreads that you couldn’t even protect some pampered princess then you’re toast, my man. This is your one shot at redemption and it’s an absolute piece of cake. All you have to do is not mess it up.”

  “Not mess it up,” I say. Right. “Does the president know about this? He’d blow a gasket if he found out.”

  “The president doesn’t need to know anything. He gives me the contract and I find somebody to work it. Who, what, when or where doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you don’t fuck me over right now. If you decide to walk away from this make sure to delete my number forever. You understand me?”

  “I understand,” I say. I see Mila walking down the steps from the plane. She’s about to hit the tarmac and it’s do or die time. She knows there’s security waiting…she just doesn’t know who. “There’s just no one I can swap with?”

  “Give it a rest,” Frankie Four Fingers says. “And speaking of rest you woke my ass up and you know I don’t like that. I only get a couple hours of sleep a night as it is. Now take the goddamn job like a man and quit whining. Capiche?”

  When Frankie starts speaking in Italian I know it’s over.

  “Yeah. I understand,” I say. “Thanks for the job man. I won’t bother you again,” I say.

  “Hi bodyguard!” she says, just as I end the call.

  She’s barely set foot on the tarmac and she’s already spotted me.

  I nod my head and give her a quick looking over through my Ray-Ban aviators.

  Maybe it’s because she’s showing a lot of skin out here in the Honolulu heat, or maybe all this sun is spiking my Vitamin D levels making me horny as hell. Either way damn she’s looking better than ever.

  I never paid much attention to her when I was watching out for her before. I was being paid to guard the president, not the daughter he was keeping a secret from the world. Sure, all the Secret Service guys knew about it, but that’s our job. Our job is to keep secrets. Most are simply in the interest of national defense, but damn…right now my pants aren’t putting up much of a defense for the erection that’s appeared out of nowhere.

  This is embarrassing. I’m not about to greet her with wood. She’ll notice it and so will everyone else out here. I’m six four and over two hundred and twenty-five pounds with a dick to match. I don’t exactly blend into the background.

  And neither does she. She’s wearing a red dress that doesn’t make it to mid-thigh. Is that thing even covering her ass? I can’t see her ass from here, but damn those hips. She is swinging those things like on the catwalk at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. I wonder if she’s got on red panties to match. Maybe she’s not wearing any at all.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? I contract my face muscles and then quickly open my eyes wide trying to shake myself out of it. It’s not working…not at all.

  She raises her hand and waves at me as she continues walking towards me. Is she speeding up? When did she start wearing heels, and why to Hawaii?

  My eyes scan up her body and damn! I thought girls fully developed at like fifteen or something like that. I mean, surely she would be finished by eighteen, right? I guess not. She’s got a rack on her. Are those things even real? I hone in my line of sight. Damn, they are! I can see the jiggle.

  Her face looks different too. It’s like she filled out or something. She was kind of a baby-faced kid and now she looks a little more grown up. It certainly doesn’t hurt that her hair is pulled back and she’s showing off that neck of hers. Fuck, I want to bite right into it leave some hickeys on that thing just to let her know who her daddy is.

  What in the hell is wrong with me? I’m not damn Dracula.

  She takes the last few steps toward me and I put my left hand in my pocket. I grab my dick as best I can through my pocket and press it against my leg.

  She leans in for a hug. Fuck me. I just stand there like a log as she squeezes all that goodness against me way to tightly.

  “I can’t believe it’s you!” she says.

  “How did I get so lucky?”

  And how did I get so unlucky?

  This weekend is going to be the death of me.

  CHAPTER 2

  Mila

  I carefully descend the stairs taking me below deck. We’ve rented a small boat today for just the two so we can try out surfing.

  The boat is cute and kind of quaint even. It’s definitely not big but that’s perfect. It just puts the two of us closer together.

  I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw Owen at the airport. I thought for sure someone was playing a trick on me.

  I have no idea why he left my dad’s security detail, but I sure was sad to see him go. I was heartbroken actually.

  Looking back on it I knew at the time what I had for my bodyguard was a huge crush. I was only eighteen, but I considered myself a little bit of an old soul. Being the illegitimate child of a sitting U.S. president really does a number on you. It causes you to either grow up really fast or go crazy. I don’t think there’s much of an in-between.

  And as far as Owen is concerned there was never an in-between.

  I still remember the first time I saw him. I went to visit my dad at a small diner outside of Washington D.C. We got there really early in the morning and it was just the two of us. It’s one of the few times I felt like my dad wasn't looking over his shoulder for cameras, probably because he had another man to do it for him...a man he could trust, at least those were his thoughts at the time. That was Owen and that was the first time I ever laid eyes on him. I was hooked immediately.

  The diner from that morning is super old-school…no security cameras or anything like that. There’s just one guy who works a grill and he makes breakfast foods like you’ve never tasted. That’s it. He starts around four a.m. and his day is over by about 2 p.m. We’re there early, but sometimes I wish it were later.

  It would be nice to do things like a family more often…just the two of us. I know it would be devastating if the media found out about me, and it really messes with my mind. I want to love my dad and I think he wants to love me, but sometimes I’m not sure. I wonder if I’m more of a burden than anything else.

  But what was never a burden was staring at Owen. The type of guy who gets involved in personal protection is rugged, tough, and has an honor code. It’s a universal thing. To say that these guys are alphas is an understatement. But there was always something different about Owen.

  Sometimes the other guys seemed more like man-children. Huge guys, but you knew in their off time they were playing video games, chugging beers, and talking about getting laid. Never Owen.

  My dad assigned him to me a lot of times because he was different. At least that’s what I always though. Owen was more mature and my dad wanted that kind of presence around me. Plus I liked him…too much in fact.

  I used to dream that when we went places we were on dates, and not that he was there just to watch after me. It felt real sometimes. He had to wear civilian clothes and act normal. People probably just thought he was my dad or something due to our age difference. I didn’t care. Let them stare. I was doing the same…to him.
/>   And that’s exactly what I want him to do today. To stare. I know he’s going to try and pretend like he’s not, but he will. Oh will he ever. I’m going to make sure of it.

  I packed a bunch of swimsuits not sure which one I’d be needing. Since it’s Owen it can be only one.

  I dig in my bag and pull out the white one. The tiny two-piece.

  I bought it a few years ago and it fit then, but I’ve grown and developed quite a bit since then. I haven’t worn it in over a year. I know I’ll be able to push and pull and twist and turn and tuck and shift and get everything squeezed into it, but will anything accidentally pop out? And will Owen’s eyes pop out of his head when he sees me.

  I stand in front of the mirror and laugh. Oh yeah…it’s way too small. Perfect!

  I climb back up the stairs and watch as Owen catches a peek down my front. Does he think I didn’t notice that double take? He may have sunglasses on, but that doesn’t hide that little twitch his head did as he took a second glance.