A man almost as tall and as built as Liam with scruffy blond hair walks in with his hand on Liam's back.
He looks me up and down with a raised brow and grin.
When he moves forward to greet me Liam gives him a glare that screams back away.
The man seems to understand and takes a step back.
Tom: we're ready for you
He announces as he turns on his heel.
I look at Liam in confusion.
Willow: what was that all about?
He looks me in the eyes with a possessiveness that for a split second takes me back to a time I don't want to relive with my ex husband. Who's possessiveness was controlling and abusive.
But this! This was different. Liam's look is soft and caring. Protective not controlling.
Liam: I am sworn to protect you Willow! Even from the likes of Tom. He may be my best friend but he needs to know you are off limits.
I laugh
Willow: was there suppose to be a competition?
Liam: There's always a competition between men over beautiful women such as your self, but I have already claimed you.
Willow: what makes you think I am yours to be claimed?
I joke as I walk around my desk.
He leans over with his lips so close to my ear I can feel the heat of his breath as he whispers.
Liam: what do your panties tell you.
I inhale sharply. Looking back and up at him towering over me with that soft possessive look and bite the corner of my lip then turn toward the door. He grabs the back of my elbow forcing me to look at him.
Liam: Not so fast. First tell me what is it about the rose. You figured something out I need to know.
I yank my elbow from his light grip turning away from him a little angry.
Willow: What does it matter?
He gently turns me back to him placing his hands on my shoulders.
Liam: Your dad hired me to protect you. Knowing who sent you that flower and any meaning behind it could help me keep you safe.
I bite my lip staring at the ground refusing to speak. He tucks a piece of fallen hair behind my ear causing me to glance up and I immediately lose my self in his adoring concerned eyes.
Willow: I don't know for sure that it was my ex but the name Rose was the name he wanted if we... if we would have had a daughter.
I turn away again stepping toward the door forcing back the tears trying to escape. He places his hand on the small of my back sending a shiver up my spine.
We head down the hall to the security room. Where the sound of laughter erupts. Liam's team is being entertained by of course Erika who is eating up the attention like a kid in a candy store.
Liam clears his throat and everyone immediately stands attention. His hand shifts from my lower back to my hip pulling me closer to him but as he introduces his men I step forward to greet everyone with a firm hand shake to prove I am not such delicate flower.
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