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.