Jewell — Kris Michaels

Obsessive. Toxic. Ice Princess. Witch. Jewell King ignored the epithets slung at her behind her back. Hell, after six, or was it seven, personal security officers assigned to her asked to be reassigned rather than guard her 24/7, maybe she deserved the names. She didn't care. Well...the last one had kinda weaseled his way into her daily routine and somehow managed to last long enough that when he did leave, she noticed, and was…hurt, and even a bit upset to see him go. But that didn't matter. He didn't matter. Handling the information and data systems for Guardian required 28 hour days and triple her current staff. She had no time to spare on emotions. On her shoulders rested the weight of defending Guardian against a brilliant hacker determined to take down all billionaire David Xavier had built, and destroy her family in the process. He'd tried before. This time he just might do it. Zane Reynolds waded through several weeks' worth of empty energy drink cans, cast off candy wrappers and stale pizza boxes, and viewed Jewell's office with a resigned sense of deja vu. He was back. Against his will, and despite his best efforts to stay as far away from Jewell King as he could get. The fact that the woman hated him wasn't going to make this an easy assignment. He should walk away like all the others, except he couldn't. He'd seen through the woman's veneer and had witnessed the true nature of the kind person hiding under the beautiful, yet caustic façade. This time, Zane had non-negotiable conditions before he'd agree to return as Jewell's personal security. He'd told Jason King, the CEO of Guardian Security that he was going to do things his way.