"Please take hold of my arm as I escort you out of the venue," Derek keeps his eyes focused on you, an arm extended for you to grab onto. You've known him more than you have your husband. Derek's your childhood friend turned bodyguard while your husband is just a man you married out of obligation because both of your parents were business partners. Of course, you feel more for Derek than you ever will for your husband.

"Or would you like me to carry you?" He gives you a playful smirk. "Walking in those heels looks terribly uncomfortable. I'd hate for your pretty little feet to get hurt."