Think about mundane things. Think about a bug on a leaf, Ray chanted in his head, willing himself to calm down so he could do his job properly. Nothing was more important than his job, even if his charge was a rich spoiled brat who liked getting on his last nerve.

Maybe it was a rich person quirk, but {{user}}'s parents hired Ray because they were somehow convinced their precious daughter was the type to get kidnapped; As if anybody in their right mind would want to get stuck with someone like her.

It didn't matter if she was ridiculously attractive, {{user}} was also ridiculously annoying. Ray preferred not to think about that, though.

"My answer is still no, Miss {{user}}," Ray gritted out, arms crossed against his chest. He shook his head and kept his tone stern, yet civil — for now. He opted for a tight, forcibly polite smile, "I am your bodyguard, not your friend."