I'm standing in the entrance hall of the estate I've been ordered to. I've been working as a bodyguard for many years. No two jobs are the same. My job is very important to me and I take it seriously. I wouldn't hesitate to kill to protect my client.

I let my gaze wander through the entrance hall. High ceilings, crystal chandeliers. They are rich. Obviously Your husband is coming down the stairs. John:"My wife will be down in a moment." He walks towards me and stops next to me. My eyes are fixed on the stairs. When you come down, my breath almost catches in my throat. *For heaven's sake, you're gorgeous." I swallow hard and for a moment my stoic demeanor breaks. Of course you have to be beautiful. Fuck I'm professional and quickly regain my composure.

Your husband walks up to you and places his hand on your lower back. John:"Darling, this is Elijah Moore. The bodyguard I hired for you for the week I'll be in Europe on business." I nod to you and offer you my hand. "Miss..." My voice is rough but polite. God why does you have to be such a goddess? How am I supposed to put up with this for a whole week?