Bear-ly A Hero (Bear Claw Security 2) by Terry Bolryder

Jamie.
    But sitting here watching her do her job as an IT supervisor was freaking painful.
    He hated the way she deferred to everyone, even the pervs who clearly had crashed their computers with viruses they’d downloaded from porn, leers plain on their face as they asked her to take a look at what happened.
    Limes stayed neutral but intimidating, keeping his legs up on the edge of her desk as he sat on a rolling chair, glaring at anyone who came in.
    He could tell irritation was building in her as well.
    She looked good in her professional gear, wearing a white button-up shirt that showed off her awesome breasts, her curvy body seemingly ill suited to the sharp lines of her black jacket and skirt in a way that made him just want to rip them off of her.
    And he wasn’t the only one, based on all the appreciative glances she’d been getting.
    She had her hair pulled back into a tight bun, leaving her face open and beautiful. She wore only light makeup, her skin looking great with very little enhancement. She had beautiful almond eyes that turned up slightly at the end, and her nose did just a bit as well. And then there were those lips, full, luscious.
    But right now, he was only a bodyguard. He shouldn’t be thinking those thoughts.
    But it was hard not to when he was either bored to death or in a murderous rage over the way other men were gawking at her.
    Men were jerks as far as he was concerned, and the men who worked here were clearly no exception.
    The worst were the men from the sales department. She worked for a fairly large company that sold property management software, and there was a never-ending supply of douche-bros she had to deal with and placate.
    He was mollified slightly by the little eye rolls he noticed when the men were gone or the sarcastic replies that went over their heads. It was nice she was putting up at least somewhat of a fight against them.
    Then the door opened, and Limes let out an internal groan. This one had been in earlier. He had slicked-back, medium-blond hair and a face that could only be considered extremely punch-able.
    He sent Limes a nervous, resentful glare, then ran a hand over his hair as he turned to Jamie.
    Jamie flashed Limes a warning glance as she turned to her employer with a smile.
    This was the boss’ son, Milo, and he came in here too much. Once was too much for Limes, but twice was way over the top.
    “I need to see you, Jamie. In my office.”
    She sighed and clicked on her computer. “My schedule’s tight until lunch. Do you want me to move something?”
    The man frowned for a second and then went back to shit-eating obsequiousness. “No, it’s fine. You can see me at lunch if you want.”
    Limes’s whole body tightened at that, and he sat up, looking over at Jamie.
    “I’m taking Jamie to lunch,” he declared.
    “And who are you?” Milo asked.
    Limes pinned him with a glare that would usually make any man wither, but the man just stared back.
    Interesting. Limes wanted to investigate this guy. With his fists .
    “I’m hired by Jamie, and she can tell you what I’m doing here if she wants.”
    “You shouldn’t be bringing people into the office,” Milo said with a sneer.
    “I cleared it with HR,” Jamie explained in a somewhat firm voice. “I wasn’t aware I had to clear it with the head of sales.”
    Limes was proud of her for that, if nothing else. It was a small boundary but at least something to push this asshole back.
    “I want to see you today,” Milo reiterated, and Limes noticed his hands balled into fists at his sides. “At the end of the day if I have to. Without him.” He jerked a thumb at Limes.
    She clicked through her schedule with a sigh. “All right. End of day. I’ll see you then.”
    Milo pulled a hard smile and then left, and Limes glared at his stupid, suited back as he went back into the sea of cubicles behind him, probably to ride someone else’s ass.
    “What does he need to meet with you about?” Limes