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My dick is hard and is pressing into the front of my pants as I think about how I have never felt anything more perfect in my life than her hand in mine. But her eyes, they are as blue as the Mediterranean, and I want to swim in them forever. She is everything I had imagined and more.

I stand there watching her for a moment longer, like a deer caught in the headlights. As I see her security follow her, a wave of possessiveness grabs my senses. Why does she need security? Who is she, that she needs security at one of the top Business Summits in the country?

Given it is the same guy I saw collect her from the airport, I know that he has to be a bodyguard, and the way he looks, the way he molds himself to her in a protective stance, indicates to me that he is highly trained and a professional. He keeps looking around for threats. Is she in danger?

My mind is racing at the possibility that this beautiful woman is currently in trouble, and I want to be the one that keeps her safe. It is an odd feeling, something I haven’t felt about a woman before, it unsettles me and gives me strength at the same time.

My hand is still simmering from her touch and my eyes are wild trying to search for hers again–those big, beautiful blue eyes—I stand there looking after her, but she doesn't look back. Her bodyguard does, though, and I am not too pleased about it. He knows who I am, and he is already taking mental notes on whether I am a danger to her or not. That pisses me off.

When I get back to the lecture room, Marco is finishing up. “Where did you run off to, we had people lining up to speak with you?”

“I saw someone I knew, and I wanted to chat to them,” I say, not looking him in the eye and breathing hard like I had just run a marathon.

Marco looks at me, his eyes staring at me intensely. He knows me well enough to understand that there is more to it, but he doesn’t prod for more information. “So, what did you think of the presentation, brother?”

“It was great, baby bro, you are a natural. Look, I have to rush back to the office, so I will catch you later?” I say, not hesitating to leave, I am rushing to get out of here. I need some space to catch my breath and get my thoughts in order. Scarlett has rattled me. I don’t wait for Marco’s response since we have separate cars, knowing that Marco is going to stay longer to chat further with delegates, and I have a mountain of paperwork to get through.

In the car on the way back to the office, I think about Scarlett and my curiosity gets the better of me. I call Romeo, my Head of Security. “Shaun,” he says, picking up on the second ring. “I have a delicate job for you, Romeo. Meet me in my office at 6pm; I want you to look into something confidential for me.”

I hang up the phone before he can reply. I need answers, and Romeo is the man to help me. He is former military, and since leaving the armed forces, has built his security business to be one of the country’s most sought after, with specific teams that cover everything from domestic to international security and safety. He worked closely with my father, and after he passed, Romeo pledged his commitment to me. He has teams of people, but only deals with one client directly. Me.

As I look out the car window on the drive back to the office, I don’t notice the buildings or pedestrians, all I can think about are those eyes, the electricity that ran through our touch, and her accent. That surprised me the most.

While I have traveled the world, mostly for business, I wasn’t expecting her to have an accent and her voice is like music to my ears. I want to hear her talk again. Thinking about all this and combining it with her security detail, I have a bad feeling in my stomach and for some reason, the need to protect her comes on even stronger.

10

Shaun

It has been a few days since the Business Summit with Marco and his team, and I still can't get her out of my mind. Scarlett Foster. The beautiful Australian with blonde hair, a perfect figure, long legs, and a smile that reaches her eyes. She has a softness that I have never seen with any other woman. The need I have to protect her and fuck her senseless are both running through me simultaneously.

As I sit here in my office, going through piles of paperwork, all I can think of is her. While it hasn’t impacted my work yet, Marco knows something is up. As if he reads my mind, at that moment, he waltzes into my office. “Bro, we have some strong relationships forming for future business ideas already, I told you having you at the Business Summit would make the world of difference.” I smile; he loves his job and is always wanting to do the best for the company. “Glad I could help, but it was your presentation that did it, not my attendance.”

Our brother bond is strong. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him and he wouldn’t do for me. We grew up close and remain close, and although there are a few years between us, it is almost like we are twins, always knowing what the other is feeling or about to say.

“What time will you be at mom’s tonight for family dinner? Need me to pick you up on my way?” Marco lives not far from my penthouse and has to drive past my front door to get to mom’s house on the other side of the city. She still lives in the family mansion, in a gated community full of swanky business types. While she misses my dad terribly, she is still actively working with different charities, attends many business lunches, and likes to help where she can.

Marco obviously got that gene from her. We always have a family dinner on a Wednesday night; it is a small tradition and one that we keep up. I enjoy it, not only because we spend quality time together, but it helps keep us all grounded. Having the money and success we have doesn’t come easily, but we are a team, and our family dinner tradition keeps it alive.

“I’ve got a zoom meeting with the LA team and then I will come straight over. I will meet you there,” I say to Marco. Before we can talk any further, my phone rings. It is Romeo. After Scarlett ran away from me at the Business Summit last week, I had tasked him with looking into her background. I have to know who she is and where I can find her. Marco, sensing the importance of the call, waves to me as he leaves my office and shuts the door behind him.

I answer the call, “What did you find, Romeo?”

"I have some information."

"I'm in my office, come immediately," I reply and hang up the phone. I am not a patient man at the best of times, and I am keen to understand more about Scarlett. I stand at the floor to ceiling windows in my office and look out at the city and sigh. A woman never gets under my skin like this. It scares me a little, to be honest. After seeing her the other day, I went out to a bar to try and find someone to take my mind off her, hoping a quick and dirty sex session would sweat these feelings out of me. But every time I looked at a woman, I pictured they were her and knew that I couldn't fuck my thoughts away, not this time. It’s been over a week, and I can’t even look at another woman without picturing Scarlett's face.

I run my hands through my hair and try to pull myself together. I head back to my desk and struggle to gain concentration on the paperwork I need to sign off on. I have a few moments before Romeo will arrive, so I might as well try and make them productive.

Half an hour flies by and my assistant calls to announce Romeo’s arrival. He walks in and sits down in one of the brown leather armchairs across from my desk. "I have spoken with all my sources at the precinct and called in some special favors as well, this is what I have found." He slides a yellow folder toward me across the desk, and I open it to find it empty.

"What the fuck is this?" I growl at him.

"It appears that we can’t find anything on Scarlett Foster. We can find one detail of her. We have run her name through multiple databases and cannot find a single piece of data that relates to that name, that matches the description of her. I even called a friend I know down in Australia, and he was of no help. My gut tells me he knew something, but he told me to keep away from it and not to bother the girl. I have searched, investigated, and called in every favor I was owed, and no one is talking.”

Stunned, I look at Romeo in utter confusion. “Have you ever come across something like this before?”

“Never. However, I do know that when people go digging and find this type of roadblock, it is usually time to put away the shovel and leave it to rest. It is often a very dangerous position to try and investigate someone who has no record such as this. I’m afraid I would advise it is not in our best interest to pursue the investigation. We could search for months and still not find anything.”

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