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Saved Kisses (Kisses #3)

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Ella Goode

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English
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Amethyst suffered two killing blows to her heart when she discovered that her fiancé was sleeping with her mother. She takes a new job, far away from her family, to patch up her hurts and move on. What she doesn’t expect, nor particularly want, is a hot security expert determined to break down every wall she’s erected.

Greyson is in the midst of expanding Sokolov Security to handle all the new business when he is sent Amie Collins, his boss’ sister-in-law, with orders to take special care of her. Grey barely has time to remember to eat let alone babysit an adult woman. What he doesn’t expect, but fully welcomes, is that Amie is the woman of his dreams and he’ll do anything he can to win her heart and capture all of her saved kisses.

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Kisses Series by Ella Goode

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Chapter 1

Greyson

“I hired a new office manager,” Sokolov informs me. “Make sure she is happy. She is to be my new sister-in-law.”

Ignoring the bullshit about Sokolov’s marriage statement, I glance around the office with its five-foot high stacks of paper everywhere. “Then why are you sending her here?”

I’d rather drive a nail through my eye socket than fill out another form. I’ve never been good at paperwork. It’s why I left the army after my last deployment. Too much damn paperwork. When I joined Sokolov’s team it was to be the head of security. I didn’t realize that meant I would have to do background checks and administer payroll.

“Are you not curious about my wife?”

“No. There’s nothing less interesting to me in all this world than your sex life, Sokolov.”

He snorts into the phone. “Good. It is not a thing you should have an interest in. But take care of Amie. She is…” He pauses, searching for the right word. “Tender.”

That’s not the one I thought he’d come up with and it doesn’t sit well with me. I scratch the side of my face. “I’m a former army sergeant, not a daycare administrator. We handle guns and protect bodies here.” And sometimes remove dead ones.

“I believe in you,” Sokolov says and then hangs up, leaving me to stare at the receiver with irritation.

“What’s the matter, boss?” asks Kayla, one of the two admins that work here. “You look like you ate something bad. I told you we should throw everything out of the refrigerator. The yogurt in there expired a month ago.”

“Sokolov hired a new office manager. She’ll be here today. Go let Brandon know and then—” I shove a hand through my hair in frustration because the office is a hellhole and needs to be tidied up before anyone comes in here, but the security business is booming and I haven’t had time to get to all this shit.

“Then what?”

“Then find the woman a desk.” I hang up the phone. “I’m going out to the field to oversee the new trainees.”

“When will you be back?” Kayla asks as I head for the door.

“Hopefully never.” I wrench it open and grind to a complete halt at the vision standing on the other side of the entrance.

There, dressed entirely in red with golden hair, high tits and a heart-shaped mouth, stands a wet dream. My mouth grows dry and my dick grows hard.

“Hi. I’m Amethyst Collins.” She sticks out her hand.

I take it, but only because muscle memory kicks in. The rest of me is imagining me tearing off her red suit with my teeth, sweeping her up into my arms and throwing her down on the nearest paper-covered flat surface and fucking her brains out. Mine, too, while we’re at it. Amethyst must be the full name since Sokolov called her Amie.

“This is Greyson and I’m Kayla.” A smaller body wriggles by me. “You must be the new office manager. Welcome.”

“Thanks.” Amie tugs at her hand, which is still clasped between my fingers. I don’t let go because there’s no point when I’m just going to be holding it again in five seconds. She tugs again. “Um, Greyson, you’re still holding my hand.”

“I know.” I look down at Kayla. “Have you finished clearing a space for Ms. Collins yet?”

“No. We just got done talking about her,” Kayla replies. “Pay no attention to Greyson. He’s terrible at this sort of stuff. Put a gun in his hand and it’s a whole different story.”

“That’s good information to know,” Amie says but in a tone that implies she could care less.

“You’re okay with guns and stuff, right? Because we’re a security firm. There’s a lot of hardware around.” Kayla searches Amie’s face.

“I’m fine with guns. It’s the people who wield them”—she gives me a scathing once-over—“who are the problem.” She jerks her fingers clear of my grip and then shoulders by me into the disastrous office.

“Yeah, so, we’re kind of going through a transition,” Kayla hurries to explain.

“The transition from what? It looks like you’re in the early stages of some kind of post-disaster relief.” She spins around, taking in the whole big mess.

“It’s not that bad,” I say, strolling back into the room.

“I thought you were going to the field,” Kayla chirps.

“And I thought you wanted to keep your job,” I retort.

“And so I should shut my mouth? Zipping.” Kayla runs two fingers across her lips.

Amie sends me another scornful look. “Is that how you treat your subordinates? No wonder Sokolov hired me to manage this company.”

“I don’t think she likes you very much,” Kayla whispers in my ear. “Is it because she knows about the thing?”

“What thing?” Amie asks because Kayla’s whispers are about as quiet as an elephant’s stomping in the jungle.

“It’s not a thing.” I gently move Kayla aside so that I can join Amie in the middle of the room. “Tell me what you need and we’ll get it done.”


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