“I do not require a bodyguard,” a soft-faced beauty said to the man leaning over on his desk. “I am an Assist. I can take care of myself.” The dark-haired woman frowned when the man across from her smirked and settled back in his chair, leather crinkling against leather. His sharp eyes remained focused as he took in the small female Assist who only stood in front of him on his desk – just shy of eight inches tall.
“I think you’re wrong about that, Lux,” he answered as the smirk never left his features.
“I am not wrong—”
He reached out and rubbed the dark stubble on his sharp chin and kept his dark brown eyes focused on the girl in front of him. “Assist or not, we need to be careful of how we deal with you—”
“Deal with me?” the Assist snapped. “If you have such a problem with me and worrying about me, how about you consider putting me in a larg