Alexa's dream job becomes a threat to her life...
When English pop star Colin Radcliffe asks Alexa to write his biography and tour with him in Europe, she is thrilled--until she begins to receive death threats.
To her dismay, Colin puts her under the 24/7 protection of his Italian chief bodyguard, Jamison Constanzo--a man with whom she's clashed from day one. If only she could spend more time with her perfect man, Colin, rather than spending all of her days with this black-hearted thorn in her side!
Alexa struggles to control her flip attitude toward Jamison. Why does opening up her heart to him feel almost as dangerous as dealing with the stalker's threats? But when the killer strikes, Jamison is the only one she can turn to...
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Alexa crossed to poke her head into Jamison's room. He'd just unzipped a giant suitcase--black, of course--and draped a clump of black, button down shirts on the bed. Some looked to be made of cotton, others of a silkier material.
"Are you color blind?" she wanted to know.
He glanced up. "You're here to help me unpack?"
"Of course not!" Alexa felt embarrassed, but didn't retreat. "We need to hash out rules so we can live in peace."
He pulled out a pile of black pants. Some jeans, some slacks.
"Would you stop that?" she demanded. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation."
"I can't unpack at the same time?"
Alexa gritted her teeth. "I have no desire to see any of your black...unmentionables."
An actual smile curled his lips, and he stopped pulling items from his suitcase. "Then wait in the sitting area. I'll be five minutes."
Alexa narrowed her eyes. She didn't want to stay here, but she didn't want to retreat, either. And she wanted to assert her rules first--before the bodyguard had a chance to make a power grab. "I'll make it snappy," she said, averting her eyes as he pulled smaller black items from the suitcase and tucked them in the dresser. "I have one rule. You leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone."
"Fine." Jamison pulled a thick book from the bottomless suitcase and placed it on the bedside table. What was that? War and Peace? Certainly appropriate for their living situation.
"Well then," Alexa said, pleased. "I'll leave you to sort your outfits by color. I'm never sure--does black silk go with black cotton?" With this saucy comment, which likely sailed right over his unfashionable head, she turned to leave.
"I have a rule."
Alexa turned back. She should have known her triumph had been too easy.
"You don't leave this apartment without me." Alexa fell silent for one long beat, absorbing the full, horrifying implications of his statement. "Excuse me? I'm supposed to be chained to you night and day?"
"That's what twenty-four/seven means." He flipped the suitcase shut. The rasp of the zipper
