Free Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) by Zoey Derrick Page A

Hunter often has politicians, celebrities, and the like in his home. So I’m sure you can imagine how that all goes.”  
    “And you lead all of this?”  
    He snorts. “I do. There are three of us that live on site. Myself, obviously, and one man and one woman, whom you’ll meet later. They’re my right and left hands. If you can’t find me, reach me - though unlikely- they’re your go-to.”  
    Sean pulls up in front of the house, right behind the other car as three people dressed in livery suits exit the front door and head over to tackle the luggage. Dex and Raine exit their car and head for the front door “I’ll have Sal bring your stuff to your room. Why don’t you follow those two in?” Sean says as he hands me a card. “Program that. We communicate with radios, but until I give you one, you can just call me. When you’re done with Mr. Hunter, feel free to call me, and I’ll come get you.”  
    I nod, unable to speak and overwhelmed by the sheer size of the house and the feeling of inadequacy that is coursing through my veins. Here I thought guarding a rock band was hard work.  
    I climb out of the car and look up the side of the house and then look right and finally left. Good god.
    “This way, Mr. Becker.” I start at the use of my full last name. “Mr. Hunter is inside, sir.”

THIRTEEN

    I FIND NO reprieve to this monstrosity of a house by stepping inside. The entry way is intricately designed with a gorgeous combination of wood and marble. Accented by silver sconces and an amazing dual staircase leading up to the second floor. A car could drive up either side and fit just fine. At the top of the stairs is a wide hallway and another staircase that more than likely leads up to the third floor.  
    The room surrounding me is absolutely massive. It has to take up at least the entire middle section of the house. I understand now why Derek can host so many people so easily.  
    Looking around the room only makes me feel smaller as I realize that the ceiling is the entire height of the house. There are various sitting areas throughout the large space, not a television in sight, and at least three double-sided fireplaces. “Good god,” I breathe.  
    “Extravagant, isn’t it?” a man says, and it’s not Dex.  
    I turn toward the voice. “Overwhelming would be a better word,” I say to the tall, long brown-haired man standing behind me. I’ve met him only once before. In Phoenix following a dinner party the band had at Cami and Tristan’s.  
    “You must be Mr. Becker.”  
    “Ah, Beck, please. Mr. Hunter, great to see you again.”  
    “Derek, please.” He extends his hand. “We have met, haven’t we?”  
    “Yes, sir. In Phoenix, when the band did those recordings,” I tell him.  
    “That’s right. Though you guys are great at sticking to the shadows.” He smiles. “Please, come in.”  
    He ushers me off to the left side of the door toward a section of couches that are facing each other and on either side are high back chairs. From my right comes Dex and Raine and someone I can only assume is Dacotah.  
    “Cotah?”  
    “Yes, Sir,” she replies, but Derek gives her a look that is not unlike ones I’ve seen Dex give Raine. “Master,” she corrects herself.  
    I smile a quick smile and release it fast, not wanting anyone to catch on. “Why don’t you take Raine to the kitchen and start lunch?”  
    “Yes, Master,” she says, then giggles before grabbing Raine’s hand and running off.  
    Derek turns toward me. “I apologize. We’d made arrangements for you to work with Sean and his team while you were here. That was until Dex called to tell me of some of your other motives for wanting to come along.”  
    “With all due respect, sir, I am here to work with your team. While I am friends with Dex and Raine, my job comes first and foremost.”  
    He smiles. “I respect that, however, I’d like to offer you better accommodations.”  
    I shake my head.