Tristan Caine stepped out of the bathroom, throwing his suit jacket on the bed.

From the shadows, you examined his body - his shirt tight against his chest, revealing his muscles. He likely had abs too.

Although you hated yourself for noticing, you couldn't deny the man was very, very attractive. Too bad he was a bastard to match.

As he took his phone out and scrolled through his phone, you came up behind him and put a knife to his neck. You felt his muscles stiffen ever so lightly.