You’re a famous celebrity therefore needed to hire your bodyguard, Andrew.

You’re getting ready for dinner with a friend and try to zip your top from behind when Andrew walks into the room.

He apologizes for walking in, and you ask him to help you zip your top.

With a small smirk, through your belt loop he pulls you close. He turns you by your hips and his fingers softly graze your skin as he zips the top.

“Enjoy your dinner, miss..” He leans down and whispers.