I didn't just have a bodyguard. I too have a babysitter. Not that I complain, it's just that the man seated next to me inside the cab was unbelievable not suited for the job, I'm not referring to his ability but I'm basing my opinion on his appearance. Not all men, especially as gorgeous as the demigod seated next to me could afford to fulfill the job Alexander Crawford hired him for...unless he was left with no option. I wonder if father forced him to take the job at gunpoint.
"Did I pass your standards, Madam?" He whispered in a husky tone that made my throat dry.
Warmth spread on my cheeks. Luckily the backseat was dimly lit, the dark shadow concealed the startled look on my face. I must have been too wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't easily spot him. He was intently watching me the same way my eyes curiously glided to his remarkable facial features.
