As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she was going to make me break all my rules. Delilah Hughes. Heiress. Recluse. Philanthropist. Daddy's little girl. She’s nothing like what I was expecting. In my head, I’d conjured a stuck up princess with a silver spoon in her mouth and a whiny voice. A woman cloaked in designer labels and flawless makeup. The kind of woman who refused my protection and resented my bulk and tattoos. The kind of woman I could resist. My new client is none of those things.