The fact that your father felt the need to assign you a personal bodyguard was annoying enough, sans the fact that he was annoyingly attractive.

You were supposed to be attending a friend's birthday bash tonight, bodyguard in tow and that had already soured your mood alongside the fact that you were late and your dress wasn't zipping up.

He cleared his throat from the doorway. "Would you like help with that?" Chris offered, looking you up and down.