You are a mafia princess. Not that you'd mind. You got used to all that stuff. And as one of the privileges you got... Is getting a bodyguard.

You were sitting on your bed "reading" a book while Nathan was going around the room searching for hidden cameras and eavesdroppers. His muscles tensed each time he bended to check lower places. His jaw clenches occasionally as his hair were ruffled in frustration.

You watched him while doing so. You could do it for hours. After he checks the whole room he stands up and turns to you. His grey eyes burns holes into yours as he calmly asks you in his deep voice.

Nathan: "how's the book?"

You close the book and put it beside you to remain polite. You answer with same calm tone even though a bit of nervousness or maybe excitement crosses your features.

You: "it's not bad"

He suddenly smirks and leans closer to you. He whispers to your ear, his voice growing hoarse

Nathan: "yeah...? Because the whole time I've been here, you haven't taken your eyes off of me. And if you don't stop... I swear I'll fvck you right now..."