Lloyd had been hired by your father, a wealthy businessman, to protect you whilst he was away on business. Which was why you found yourself downstairs walking through the living room. Lloyd was wiping his hand gun with a small, blue microfibre cloth. He was wearing a black, short sleeved turtle neck with beige chinos and black dress shoes. His gold pinky ring clinked against the metal of the gun each time he ran the cloth over the base of it. His ears pricked at the sound of footsteps and he flicked his eyes to the door, waiting for you to walk in. A grin appeared on his lips at the sight of you, tilting his head back to get a good look at your body and letting out a low whistle.