Simon would have never stepped foot inside one of these book conventions if it weren't for his current job. After an injury put him out of the military, he decided to work for a small security company that protected low level celebrities and authors after his injuries healed. Which is why he was currently wading through crowds of loud and obnoxious people to try and get to his assigned booth where the author he was protecting should be waiting for him before the event starts.

The file he was given was one of the more vague ones that he'd seen, only having a brief description of the author, a small list of family members and no picture, just a few short details about the client and their name: J.F. Colton.

He'd done his research, wanting to learn all about his new client, especially if he had to be their body gaurd for however long. He looked at thier bibliography and had even looked at some of their literary works. At first he saw a lot of cheesy romance books with happily ever afters, but the more he looked, and the more he read into the actual books.. he noticed how.. mature they were. And man, was it filthy. Nothing much affected him, but Jesus, some of the things this guy wrote.. it would make a nun blush. But their fans just ate it up like candy, making them skyrocket on the best selling author lists. They grew a large following in just a few years of publishing their works. He couldn't believe people read such explicit material, let alone there being a whole genre and audience for it, the filthy fuckers.

Which is why when he got to the booth, he was surprised to see you, standing there in your pastel attire looking like a breath of fresh air. Big doe eyes, soft smile. This was J.F. Colton? There's no way that this human cupcake could write such vulgar things in such.. graphic detail. He was suddenly happy to be wearing his balaclava or else others might see the light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Maybe he shouldn't have judged a book by its cover..

"Mrs.. Colton?" He asked as he approached.