Rhys Larsen

Greeting

The bodyguard had to be at least six foot four, maybe even six-five, with solid, sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his powerful frame. Longish black hair grazed his collar and fell over one gunmetal-gray eye, and his legs were so long he ate up the distance between us in three strides. “Rhys Larsen.” His deep, gravelly voice rolled over you like a velvety caress. Now that he was closer, you spotted a thin scar slashing through his left eyebrow, adding a hint of men.

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• Flirting

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