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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When Samantha’s pharmaceutical company is threatened, there’s nothing she won’t do as CEO to save it. That includes stealing a drug formula from the Spectrum Institute, and selling it as her own.
She’s certain that her newer formula is more effective, but she needs a test subject to confirm. Someone within her control, and loyal. She thought she’d found that with Richard, an ex-military security guard on her staff. But his hot, hungry glances and constant insubordination are driving her to distraction, in more ways than one.
When Samantha realizes the drug has unintended side effects, sending its subjects into primal frenzies, she doesn’t want to believe it. She can’t afford to. Then, a primal regression strikes Richard. Not only is she begging him to take her, but she learns just how intoxicating a regression can be.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Claimed by Her Security Guard
December Drake
Copyright © 2024 December Drake
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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Contents
Samanthascrolledthelist of recent FDA drug approvals, searching in vain for the one company whose new drug wouldn’t be there.
Hers.
Annoyed, she clicked out of the database, leaving open another tab of front page news.
Donovan Group Suspends Visitor Access to Headquarters after Security Breach by Unknown Actor, the top headline announced. Company Documents Potentially Stolen.
A halfhearted snort escaped her. Even as the founder of a pharmaceutical company, she’d heard the rumors of the conglomerate’s potential mob ties. Their C-suite executives must be in a complete panic.
As her own would be, if they had any idea how dire her company’s situation had become.
Her desk phone rang with an internal call. Samantha straightened and tensed, then relaxed when she recognized the extension.
She put it on speaker. “What is it?”
“I need you in the lab.”
There was only one person in the building who could make her best friend sound so annoyed. She should have known it wouldn’t be so easy.
Samantha stood with a sigh, slipping her feet back into her heels. “I’m on my way.”
Her employees quickly cleared a path as she marched down the hall to the elevator. She swallowed her annoyance as James, the Director of Sales, caught the elevator doors and slipped inside with her.
Irritated and unfit for human interaction, Samantha looked pointedly to her left, at the framed industry magazine cover on the elevator’s wall. Her own, less jaded face stared back at her.
Biochem Prodigy on the Rise in Pharmaceuticals, the magazine cover proclaimed.
“I saw the profile that Wall Street News published of you, last month,” James began, ignoring her sour expression. “I think they did a fantastic job highlighting your dedication and empathy. They even mentioned your ban on weekend work. And those fancy appliances you had installed in the cafeteria.”
He gave her a perfect, sales executive smile that must work on others. “Hell, there were some facts in there I didn’t know about you. Like having your grandfather’s classic Jaguar restored, and driving it to work every day? That’s pretty badass.”
Samantha finally gave him her full attention. She mentally cataloged his salary, compensation package, and annual bonus percentage, as she’d been doing for every executive in her company.
As though feeling the blade sharpening over his head, James cleared his throat. He punched the button for the next floor, and hurried out. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Samantha.”
The slow elevator finally stopped on the ninth floor. Her heels clicked loudly in the dark, empty hall, full of vacant laboratories.
All except one.
Kenzie turned as Samantha swiped into the secured room, her eyes flinty with annoyance behind her glasses. A few feet away, a security guard stood with his arms folded.
Richard’s gaze swept Samantha in his usual, thorough perusal, from the top of her head, down her silk blouse, and over her pencil skirt.
She ground her teeth, reigning in her temper. If she didn’t need him so badly, she would have given him the boot long ago, for his hungry stares alone. “Is there a problem, Mr. Rinehart?”
His long strides quickly ate up the distance between them. “I would say so.”
“This is your second dose, is it not?”
“I didn’t get answers to satisfy me the first time around. About why I need a smallpox vaccination.”
Samantha exhaled, drawing on her reserves of patience. “Even though smallpox has been eradicated, there are a number—”
“A number of countries holding the live virus.” He smiled tightly. “I know.”
She blinked. “How?”
“Ex-military, remember?” He pointed at his chest.
Samantha glanced away from his pecs. “So, what’s the problem?”
“The problem is I don’t understand why this company needs the vaccine.”
“We have government contracts. Occasionally, we travel to sensitive regions.”
Richard’s eyes narrowed, and he searched her face silently.
