Big Bad Bodyguard

A billionaire bourbon king needs a bodyguard, but the last thing he wants is me—a woman.
My attitude isn’t helping things much either. I’m not putting up with an ounce of this man’s overinflated ego.
He was in the right place at the wrong time, having caught a few thieves in the act. Now they’re in jail.
And he should be looking over his shoulder. That’s where I come in.
This hot pain in my butt thinks he’s God’s gift to the world, but Mr. Big Bad is in for a world of hurt.
I’m not interested in gifts. I’m here to do a job, and that’s to keep his assets free from harm.
Lucky for me, this isn’t my first rodeo with a sexy rich boy who doesn’t believe in female bodyguards.
The bill is paid and I’m stuck to his side.
Huff and puff all you like, handsome. This girl is guarding the one thing your family needs to carry on its line.
Your smoking hot body.