The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard – Chapter 2

Isabella knew she was turning heads as she exited the subway into the early morning foot congestion in Manhattan. She wasn’t vain, she simply knew she was a tall confident brunette impeccably dressed and the few whistles she’d heard during her short walk confirmed it.

She was almost five feet nine inches in height barefoot and the last almost seven years of working with Clara, training and fighting made her lean and lithe. Her body was toned and tight and her strong calves were encased in a pair of knee-high, high-heeled leather boots adding two inches to her already statuesque frame.

Her hair was a thick chestnut brown she had wound into a thick braid over her shoulder. She had big dark glasses perched on her straight nose and a tan newsboy cap, the same shade as her long trench coat, was nestled perfectly atop her head. Her coat was open because it had been hot on the subway and a thick scarf of burnt orange hung loosely around her neck and over her chest. Her plaid skirt went to her knee and not a hair longer. Professional yet still youthful and she had paired it with a black well-fitted turtleneck. Catcalls from ignorant men came more often than she liked.

ch she had jumped at the opportunity when the CFO Calvin had asked her to stay on as his actuary.

pany and there was no shortage of rich people who found their way to the offices. As she stepped through the glass doors into the lo

e slicked back black hair still thick and luxurious. He was at least a half foot taller than she was and he was dressed in a dark suit perfectly tailored to his body.

lso, you look amazing.”

he like what she saw?”

getting a picture of a blob fish.”

s pronounced as he grimaced at her.

to work.”

“I miss you.”

pe,” she managed to tug one hand away from him and pulled her sunglasses off to meet his eyes angrily. “I told you before, I’m not interes

to understand her question.

d I really don’t care.”

I miss you,” he shrugged like the answer was logical. “I ended t

we have vastly different moral compasses, and I am not interested in being with someone who thinks of himself before anyone else.”

ued tugging her fingers and pulling her towards him. “Have dinner with me.

r and take her somewhere warm and exotic.”

sly.

ou escort Mr. Andropov off the premises please?”

inner,” Evgeni c

as she flashed her pass card over the elevator and pushed the button to call it back to the lobby. “Go away.”

door.

dinner, please? Just din

I’m going to send the picture you sent me last night to your mother.”

g behind him and saw her eyebrows li

tor doors opened. “What was that all about?”

is very friendly with his family, and she told him off and he’s throwing a temper tantrum.”

ou’re threatening to send his mother?”

ory.

ink we need to see a

ed at her sister-in-law, “what did you say to him to make him run?”

nt you.”

ot the last kink out of the car.”

nology to put on the chopper.”

they thought they got it perfect, something else popped up. “I’ve been waiting so long.”

ere the kids this mor

n’t related to.” She rubbed her chest self-consciously. “I swear I feel like I’m throwing them to the wolves but they’re turning into spoiled brats and between my grandfather and Elian, I’m at my wits end.”

lem. He’s been so distracted with them he’s been out of my hair here at the office. The minute I put them in school, he’ll be here bugging the hell out of me.” She grinned, “I’ll ne

cience behind programming, the biology, physics, and chemistry this lap utilized often had her awestruck.

er way back to her desk, she was still shaking her head at some of the things Clara and Irwin had shown her this morni

asked as she hung up her coat.

ime I step in the lab I’m blown away. Geniuses,” she sat at her desk and

y?”

ct. I’ve already sent it up.” They went over some of the other a

he room. “Lunch?”

tood up and grabbed her coat. “Cafeteria or deli?”

y and I like how he works the meat slicer.”

ber she didn’t recognize and one missed phone call from another unknown number.

he get my number?” She sighed deeply and closed her eyes against the frustration she was feeling.

r ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend is texting you?”

y away from her man,” she wanted to scream and punch the wall. “I swear he better get his b***h under control, or she and I will have words and he won’t like it.”

e season.”

.”

for winter in the morning and summer at lunch,” she complained as she pulled her jacket off as they walked, noting Lisa did the same.

o women giggled as they cast glances around the room and realized there was an uptick of female patrons, probably because of the blonde-haired blue-eyed man cutting pastrami behind the counter.

n line waiting his turn to order. She wasn’t a bashful woman and when he stared at her she stared back brazenly. She spent her life surrounded by strong independent women

nd him tapped him to tell him it was his turn. He turned away to give his order.

. Delicious.”

at his shoes.”

Look at the suit and the way it fits his a*s.”

thers. I don’t have daddy issues.” Isabella turned her attention back to her sandwich, but then looked again at the view on both sides of the counter. It was her lucky day for sure.

d to have daddy issues for an afternoon.”

giggled.

is tight t-shirt revealing the flexion of his biceps with each pass of the blade.

soda directly from the can as Lisa finished her sandwich. The green-eyed man at the counter was staring at her again and she winked, and he shook his head at her brazenness, but he didn’t look away. She felt her phone buzz aga

-boyfriend aga

oject she wants me to start right away.” She stood up, “don’t get me wrong, I like special projects, but I was enjoying my lunch and a show.” She blew a kiss at

ine.

ing at her, obviously surprised by the curse. She was over him being nosy. “Dude what the hell is your problem?”

he opposite direction she needed to go.

k, aware he had two security agents flanking him as he walked away. “Rich men are weird,” she commented to Lisa a