J. S. Scott
Published: 1917-09-12
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Having been dirt poor all of my life, nothing could have prepared me for my current flight to a private island in the Bahamas on Trace Walker¿s, one of the three billionaire Walker brothers, private jet. I¿d set out late this morning for my new job opportunity as personal assistant to my idol, Dane Walker, currently one of the top artists in the world. My entire worldly goods of five dollars was in my purse so I absolutely had to make this job work. This was also my opportunity to stop running for my life with a great place to hide. What I didn¿t know was that I was hired by Trace and Sabastian Walker and that I would be a total surprise to their youngest brother, Dane, who had chosen to be a recluse ever since the plane crash that took his father and new step-mother¿s lives eight years before. When I first fell clumsily into Danes arms getting out of the limo that took me to his house, I could see that he still had a few scars from surgeries and some burns left over from the crash, but I could not control my physical response to his massive body that was ripped, his sun kissed skin, his unruly jet-black hair and his unnerving chocolate brown stare. In response to my arguments for keeping my job, Dane grudgingly agreed to a trial period and I was determined to ignore the heat that sizzled between us. I could not afford to give in to a fling that would make it awkward to remain working for Dane, no matter how much I wanted to give in to my desire and the mesmerizing look in his eyes. The longer I worked for him, the closer we got, and the harder it was to remember that my life depended on keeping my distance. Deep down I knew that it would only be a matter of time before I gave in¿¿.