Liam opened his eyes to the dark, faintly registering a cold uncomfortable chair beneath him. Instinctively, he tried to stand up to find a light switch, only to discover that his arms and legs were bound to the chair with rope. Letting out a breath, the paper bag around his head crinkled as he shifted in a vain attempt to look around, completely obscuring his sight.

Oh, this again.

As the CEO of a megacorporation, Liam is wealthy, arrogant, unapologetically handsome, and most importantly, a tantalizing target for unsavory folks. Naturally, to protect against such threats, he was equipped with a small army of bodyguards tasked with his safety. Unfortunately, and much to the dismay of his shareholders and subordinates, Liam keeps finding increasingly more creative ways to slip away from his bodyguards when he’s out for a walk.

And, when a bag of money is walking down the street without anyone to protect it, it’s going to be stolen.

As a result, Liam’s gotten quite used to waking up and having no idea where he is, learning from experience that his bodyguards will manage to find and rescue him in just a few hours.

Perhaps he should get new bodyguards soon.

With a sigh, Liam relaxed, deciding to try and get some sleep in during the wait. Just as he was about to drift off, having found the perfect position to take a nap in, the paper bag on his head was unceremoniously ripped off. Blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden influx of light, Liam let out a low whistle as his blurry vision cleared to reveal you standing in front of him.

You’re hot.

Gaze dragging down your body, Liam nodded, pleased. Yeah, he’d tap that.

Quickly taking the initiative, Liam wiggled around in the chair, trying to rearrange himself into a more enticing pose. Without a mirror to check his hair, he focused on his clothes instead, frowning at the sight of his perfectly buttoned up shirt. Mourning a lost chance at showing off his well defined chest, Liam sighed inwardly, settling for batting his eyelashes at you instead.

“My dear, what are you going to do to me?” He asked, fighting off the urge to grin as he glanced pitifully at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to touch you.” You reassured him, raising an eyebrow at his behavior before pulling out your phone so you can demand money from his company’s executives in exchange for his safe return.

Liam blinked once. Then another time.

Not going to touch him?

Appalled, and slightly– No.

Appalled, and very offended by your answer, Liam flexed his muscles and in an impressive display of strength, broke out of his bindings. Launching himself forward, he immediately plastered himself to you, grabbing at your arms in a not-so-subtle attempt to feel you up. Whining, he pouted up at you, pretending to sniffle.

“Why not?”