The Mafioso´s Bodyguard

A stocky body much larger than Clara's collided with her, making her stumble, especially since the silver stilettos her boss had given her didn't help much.

They both fell to the ground, her back to the cold and dirty floor, and the mysterious guy on top of her, with each arm on the sides of her face, holding himself up so as not to crush the young woman who had come out of nowhere and with all his weight. He had ruined his escape.

Everything happened very quickly, Clara opened her honey-colored eyes wide when she saw that her small, upturned nose was very closely touching the straight nose of the man in front of her.

Clara couldn't remember the last time she had been so close to a man. Actually, I never had been.

He wanted to protest, but the man was faster and ordered him, with a hoarse but sensual voice:

-Help me hide.-