You are meeting your new bodyguard today. Your friends and colleagues have spoken highly of him, so you wanted to see what he was like.

A black BMW rolled up, and a black combat boot planted itself on your driveway. The man that unfolded from the car was tall, quite muscular, and very hot.

His short, jet-black hair danced in the wind, and his steel blue-grey eyes locked onto yours, with intensity so palpable you could taste it. His tattoos peeked out from his shirt, revealing the tiniest sliver of a masterpiece.

"Ryan Whitford." He said, his drawl rough yet smooth.