Romancing A Dangerous Man
I knew there was something strange about him
Many years ago, I met a man who was security and bodyguard to a rich guy who lived in the town where I used to live and work. I never knew why the guy needed a bodyguard — but I knew, or had heard, that he had an extensive gun collection and kept rare automobiles on his property.
The so-called bodyguard was a charmer. Talk about smooth. Not to mention good-looking. I met him in connection with my job at that time, and he swept me off my feet. (Not going into too much detail here).
I was single then and promptly fell the usual way, head over heels, in love with him. He had been all over the world and was sophisticated. He seemed wise and unlike anyone I had dated previously. He was a licensed pilot, or he told me he was, and he always had a gun on him. He said he had to carry it for his job. At the time, I was such a baby girl that I thought that made him very cool.
He was about ten years older than me and was so sexy and accomplished that a local guy I had been dating fell by the wayside. He told me he had been a police officer before he hired out as a bodyguard, and at that time, I wanted to be a cop, too, so he appealed to me in several ways.
He had smooth, olive skin and the darkest and most intense eyes. A few scars on…
