Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

A Bodyguard Second Chance Romance

By Violet Paige

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y Violet Paige

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1

Reid

The coffee was hot. Too damn hot. I abandoned it on the counter. I pulled up my itinerary, scrolling through today’s meetings.

There wasn’t room to fucking breathe today.

It was my own creation. My own triumph. And days like today, my own prison.

My dark hair was still damp from the shower. I’d already run five miles on the treadmill before sunup.

The first meeting on the schedule was with acquisitions. I was in buying mode. Snatching up as many of the small security companies that I could get my hands on. It was the quickest way to expand without spending a fortune on infrastructure development. I had thirty minutes to read the team’s report on the ten companies we were targeting. I’d choose the top three and hope we landed one.

My phone beeped. It was my assistant Eileen. She called at 7:30 every morning, like clockwork. She was punctual and meticulous. I trusted her about as much as I trusted anyone. She was the first person I hired when I started Taylor Securities.

“Yes?”

“Good morning, Mr. Taylor.”

“Eileen.”

“I synched today’s schedule. Are there any changes? Should I add anything for you?” she asked.

“No. Nothing was missed.” It never was.

“Ok. I’ll confirm all your meetings.”

“Thank you.”

I sat on the couch. The TV ran in the background. The chatter of the broadcasters made my penthouse feel a little less sterile. A little less isolated.

It was bound to feel that way. Everything inside was made of steel and reinforced glass. It was a fortress. I had personally supervised the installation of Taylor Securities latest tech. It was impenetrable. I used the penthouse to test all our prototypes. If it didn’t meet my standards, it never moved from research and development.

I glanced at the screen as the anchors ran through back-to-school hacks for parents. They clutched cups of coffee and grinned, showing off their white teeth. I muted the TV.

“Is there anything else, sir?” She asked the same questions each morning.

“Make sure there are no changes. You’ve done an excellent job of managing my time today, as usual.” It was a compliment of sorts.

“Of course, Mr. Taylor. There will be no changes.”

I walked to the doorway of the master suite. The brunette from last night was tangled in my sheets. Her long legs were toned. Her toenails painted in red. I remembered how they looked last night bouncing on my shoulders as I fucked her.

Vickie Riley and I for drinks last night in the lobby of my building under the guise she wanted a marketing contract. She claimed to be an expert in online data. She threw out snappy catch phrases like SEO and high CPC returns. I drank bourbon and listened, knowing full well her only intention was to make it upstairs.

Serious business women didn’t meet clients at 9:00 wearing fuck-me heels and mini-skirts. The way her boobs spilled out of her top didn’t give her much professional credit either. I took her cues and after two drinks took her upstairs. I admitted her lips looked good wrapped around my cock.