Chapter Nine
The Guardian
“Sydney!” the section secretary stops her just before she enters her office.
She turns. “Yes?”
“You have a visitor.”
“Who is it?”
“He says he’s Melinda’s next Guardian.”
“Oh, really? Hmmm.”
“Cocky guy,” her eyes light up, “really handsome too.” Then she whispers softly. “My panties were wet just listening him to him talk.”
Sydney laughs snidely. “I guess I’d better be on guard.”
She enters her office at a brisk clip, looking professional and formal… finding herself just slightly surprised to see the scrumptiously attractive man lounging in her visitor’s chair, leaning back, shamelessly resting his feet on her desk.
When he hears her enter, he turns enough to catch her glance, then slowly lifts his feet and sits up. As the stunned Sydney makes her way t
