Contemporary New Adult Romance
Date Published: June 20, 2025
Anissa Dunn wants one man — Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a
boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so
much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as
she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal.
There’s only one catch — he’s her bodyguard and the rules state she can’t
date the staff.
But rules are meant to be broken…
EXCERPT
I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter
frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No
matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to
improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The
clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her
bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she
thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat
chest — or so they’d told her.
She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric
store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her.
He had to.
Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs
looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her
reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a
date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked,
then fine. She’d take her chances.
She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.
Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans
and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”
Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples
ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and
wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.
Would he fuck her?
Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?
“I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”
She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by
her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”
Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”
“Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many
times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just
Anissa.
“Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He
opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”
“Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She
settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to
protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed
to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t
resent him for trying — when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty
sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an
all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a
few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her
leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?
She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore
his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too
close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to
her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.
“Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t
pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”
“Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.
She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She
sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the
itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam
wasn’t paying attention to her — not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to
care.
She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and
the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be
aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She
could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.
Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in
front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”
If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.
“Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”
Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”
“Of course.”
He had to make this hard. Fine. She’d be tough. “Did you know where we’re
going?”
“I do. I’ve been informed you’re to visit Ahuja Cancer Center for the opening
of their pediatric wing,” Kam said. “Would you like to change?”
The opening of the pediatric wing? She’d never seen that request. “Since
when?” Irritation filled her brain. If she’d known she had a real date, she
wouldn’t have dressed like a streetwalker.
“Your father amended the plans for this evening.” Kam’s tone remained
annoyingly flat. “You’re dressed a bit… inappropriately for the event. You
should consider a more conservative outfit.”
Damn. She shrugged out of her coat. Men wanted blunt, didn’t they? She squared
her shoulders, then straddled his lap. She flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Holy hell. Sitting on his thighs reminded her of being on a bench — so strong
and hard… sturdy. Her nerve endings tingled. What would her stern bodyguard
do if she flashed him? Of if she embraced her bold side and stretched across
his lap, demanding a spanking? The women in those videos liked being spanked.
The idea of having her ass reddened intrigued her. She’d never asked for
punishment in her life, but she wanted Kam to dish some out — right now. She
shrugged out of the jacket.
“Ms. Dunn.” Kam’s tone hitched a bit, but his expression remained blank.
She removed his sunglasses. Looking into his eyes was much better — and scary
as hell. She pursed her lips. Was she coming across as sexy? Shoot. Now she
wished she’d left his sunglasses in place so she could use the reflection. Too
late now. She licked her lips. If she was going to make a move, she needed to
do it already. She draped her arms around his neck. “I need you to help me.”
About the Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of
more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since
2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and
paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works
are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a
second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at
the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and
Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various
e-tailer sites.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
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