Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

He was, after all, my bodyguard, but it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without wanting to drop-kick him into the next century. Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

A grim half smile touched Rhys’s lips. “I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.”

So tell me, what the hell do you want, Mr. Larsen?” You.