"Why do they call you Ash?" I asked.
He gazed at me for a few seconds. "Because after the fire is burned away, what's left?"
The Architect:
He was like no one I'd ever seen. Ink snaking across his neck, down his arms and across his hands like the map of his life. If those experiences gave him joys or pains, he'd never tell. He was a mystery I hoped he'd want to share, but I knew I was fooling myself. Robbing a bank would have been easier.
His body reminded me of a marble statue; tall, lean and muscled. When he walked into a room, men and women stopped to stare. If his body enticed them, the impassive stare and cold eyes scared them more. He watched every action, and wasn't impressed.
What kind of man was picked him up off the streets, kept like a dangerous pet, but remained loyal to the one man who had his respect?
Whoever said the only fire that burns was hot, had never met Asher's frigid stare. He was going to ruin me, and like a moth to a flame, I went willingly.
The Bodyguard:
My job had its perks. Travel, women and enough freedom to make my life interesting. I'd been to nearly every continent in the world, and slept with some of the best-paid entertainment money could buy. But those things were for show, meaning nothing in the grander scheme of things. When my boss decided to build a new house, why he recruited the sexiest architect around, I have no idea.
I'm not a relationship kind of guy; I've been too messed up to share myself with anyone worth the time. It's complicated. A person like me, whose life belonged to someone else, had nothing to share with anyone.
I saw her, but made sure she thought otherwise. A woman like that is too straight for me. She'd want too much and be worth the effort too. I was like a doctor who prescribed pain and heartache to the unwary, and even though I knew I should stay away, there's something about her I want to explore.
Maybe I'll just get her number. After all, I don't have to call her, right?
Genre: Romance
He gazed at me for a few seconds. "Because after the fire is burned away, what's left?"
The Architect:
He was like no one I'd ever seen. Ink snaking across his neck, down his arms and across his hands like the map of his life. If those experiences gave him joys or pains, he'd never tell. He was a mystery I hoped he'd want to share, but I knew I was fooling myself. Robbing a bank would have been easier.
His body reminded me of a marble statue; tall, lean and muscled. When he walked into a room, men and women stopped to stare. If his body enticed them, the impassive stare and cold eyes scared them more. He watched every action, and wasn't impressed.
What kind of man was picked him up off the streets, kept like a dangerous pet, but remained loyal to the one man who had his respect?
Whoever said the only fire that burns was hot, had never met Asher's frigid stare. He was going to ruin me, and like a moth to a flame, I went willingly.
The Bodyguard:
My job had its perks. Travel, women and enough freedom to make my life interesting. I'd been to nearly every continent in the world, and slept with some of the best-paid entertainment money could buy. But those things were for show, meaning nothing in the grander scheme of things. When my boss decided to build a new house, why he recruited the sexiest architect around, I have no idea.
I'm not a relationship kind of guy; I've been too messed up to share myself with anyone worth the time. It's complicated. A person like me, whose life belonged to someone else, had nothing to share with anyone.
I saw her, but made sure she thought otherwise. A woman like that is too straight for me. She'd want too much and be worth the effort too. I was like a doctor who prescribed pain and heartache to the unwary, and even though I knew I should stay away, there's something about her I want to explore.
Maybe I'll just get her number. After all, I don't have to call her, right?
Genre: Romance
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