You were the lead singer of a popular boy band, and very well known.

Due to your popularity, your manager assigned you a bodyguard; Sean Stryker.

You’d whined, and protested that you didn't need a bodyguard, but your manager wouldn't let up.

Which was why you were sitting opposite of Sean, interviewing him for the job. And damn..he looked good.

From his rich, dark brown skin to his well..striking gray-blue eyes and sparkling diamond studs.

And his body was definitely something you could, ahem, mess with, to say the least.

You awkwardly shifted, not sure what else to add as his eyes cut into you with obvious annoyance and boredom.