"And today we have on our show the brilliant young actress who just won her first Oscar, Shay Foster!"
A flat screen television echoes around a posh 6th floor hotel room. The sounds of busy New York day going on outside. A blonde haired woman in a white tank top and black spandex walks around the main room of the suite. The woman puts on asset of tie-die beats.
"Good Morning Lisa, its so awesome to be here!"
The woman walks over to a pull up bar that has been attached to a door way in the room. She begins to speak to someone through her head phones as she starts doing pull ups on the bar.
"Killian I haven't had anytime off in four years. I don't need another job just yet. Okay fine, lets meet up tomorrow for lunch and we will discuss it."
Emma lets go of the bar with one hand and ends the call as she looks over at a picture of herself in a suit and aviators while posing with an ambassador that's sitting on the TV stand.
Chapter One
The next morning Emma and Killian sit outside of a café in busy downtown New York. Emma sips her coffee and stares down her dark haired friend. Killian Jones is a nice looking man in his 30s with shoulder length curls and a piercing in his left ear. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows showing off his tattoo sleeves.
"So what is this job that you have?" Emma finally asks sitting her drink down. She moves her pointer finger around the lip of her coffee mug.
"A really good friend of mine, Regina Mills-…" Killian trails off when he sees the look of confusion on Emma's face.
Regina mills, Jesus its been a long time since I heard that name. surely its not the same Regina mills.
"What's wrong?"
"I just haven't heard that name in a long time. I used to know someone with that same name. Sorry, go on." Emma lifts her drink to her lips and takes another long sip. She almost burns her tongue on the hot liquid as it slides down her throat.
"My friend Shay just won her first Oscar and now she has been getting death threats." Killian explains and Emma's eyes squint in thought.
"And how does this pertain to me? There are thousands of qualified bodyguards out there." Emma knows that she is the best at her job, but that doesn't mean there are plenty of other people who could do the job.
"Someone is stalking her and she needs the best bodyguard there is." Killian pleads with her.
"I just spent four years in Syria guarding ambassadors. I would rather be anywhere in the universe than a snotty little actress." Emma says with distain and Killian rolls his eyes at the woman sitting a crossed from him.
"You don't even know her. She is just as normal as you and I. Besides she will pay you very well." Emma leans back in her seat and bites her lip looking at him. Killian puts his hands together and begs with his eyes.
"Okay, set up a meeting with her and ill give it ago. But if she shows up wearing anything Prada or Gucci I'm out." Emma says begrudgingly.
"Good decision. So how was Syria?"
"Hot and very beautiful."
"Want to tell me about the beautiful women?" Killian asks with a smirk while taking a large bite of bagel.
"There were no woman in Syria. Just the ambassador. I didn't have time for fun." Emma winks and Killian rolls his eyes.
"Uh hu. I'm sure. I know you Em. There is not a place you can go with woman throwing themselves at you." Emma smirks charmingly and crosses her arms.
"We all have are crosses to bare, but most women don't want to be with someone who is gone for months at a time and late into the night." The blonde woman says; sure there were woman. There had been lots of beautiful women.
"So what about you? Any new loves in your life?" The woman asks the suave and charming man who always has someone enticing warming his bed.
"Well there has been a new designer for about a month now." Killian announces smugly while sipping his coffee.
"A designer huh? What kind? Boy? Girl?" Emma asks in rapid succession curious as to who now has her friends heart.
"He's a fashion designer for Ralph Lauren." The man says wiggling his eye brows and chuckling.
"Ahh I see. That's sexy, but what happened to the model girl?"
"She was too high maintenance" Killian says flippantly.
"oh really, mister don't touch my hair, face or nails." Killian brings his cup to his mouth and sips it while flipping off Emma.
"Classy dude. classy" Emma laughs at the man before clinking her mug with his.