I didn’t need a babysitter. It was my husband’s idea to hire Gray Wolf Security, his idea to assign Elliott Wallace to watch over me while he was out of town. I’d rather be on my own, but that was the problem, wasn’t it?
My husband couldn’t stand the idea that I might talk to someone outside of his control, that I might have a mind of my own. But I did and I wasn’t about to sit still and let Elliott tell me what to do and how to do it. Never mind that Elliott was probably the hottest guy I’d ever met or that my marriage, a convenient arrangement, was nearing its end. Or that I was a virgin and I desperately wanted to not be a virgin anymore.
The fact that Elliott had a thing against women who cheat on their men wasn’t that much of an obstacle, was it?