She hired a bodyguard. She doesn’t know who she invited into her life. Basia Langford. Governor’s daughter. A spoiled socialite playing poor girl, pretending she isn’t in danger. The threats against her aren’t empty. I’ve seen what men like this do. I’ve buried their victims. That’s why I live by one rule—stay detached. Protect the client. Don’t touch. Don’t feel. Don’t want. But Basia makes that impossible. She argues. She teases. She tests every limit until I’m seconds from breaking. And when the stalker gets too close, she stops being a job. She becomes my obsession. She thinks I’m just her security detail. She doesn’t realize I’ve already mapped every inch of her life—every step she takes, every weakness she hides. I’ll put my body between hers and every threat that breathes. And if I have to cross lines to keep her safe, so be it. Because the moment she stepped into my sights, she stopped being my assignment. She became my purpose. My temptation. My sin. Mine.