He’s never been good with women. She’s had bad luck with men.
I see her on the monitor pulling the front door trying to get in. She’s crying and clearly in distress. I run a security firm, so what can I do but try to help a woman who needs it.
Even though she’s a mess, I can see she’s stunningly beautiful. Suddenly I want nothing in the world but to comfort this woman. When she says she’s running from her abusive ex, I know I’m the man for the job.
But my attraction to her is off the scale and I’m not sure I can trust myself to keep my hands to myself. She’s too young for me. She’s vulnerable.
I have to keep my distance while making sure she’s safe. And then I realize I’m the one who needs protection.
