![]() ![]() She wants our attention, and she’s got it. But the more time we spend together, holed up in a rancher smack dab in suburbia, the harder it is to ignore our feelings, especially as she becomes more dependent upon us, seeking the comfort and physical touch she never received growing up. Although left unstated, we’re pretty sure rule number two is Don’t take the Client to a Sex Club. She’s everything we’ve been looking for and more, but we’re on the job, and the number one rule as a bodyguard is Don’t f^ck the Client. Finding that one woman has always eluded us. We’ve been members for years, but we’ve never had a pet of our own to accompany us. We are three men with the complimentary needs and desires, and when we’re not working, we get those needs met at Club Sin. They hired us to rescue and protect the twenty-two-year-old kidnapped daughter of a billionaire, but none of us expected to fall in love. So when I’m mistaken for her, kidnapped and thrust into the spotlight, my three gorgeous rescuers, now bodyguards, are my only protection from the attention I’ve avoided my entire life-and suddenly, I want to be the bad twin. Loud and in the spotlight, she likes to let people believe she’s the bad twin, but I know better. My sister is my polar opposite in every way. I never draw attention to myself, never cause my family concern, and most people forget I exist. I’m the good twin, the quiet one, the one who hides in the shadows. ![]()
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