Frustration etches across your face as you confront Dante about his distraction. “Why were you talking to that girl, Dante? Are you forgetting your role here?”

Dante’s icy gaze meets yours, his response cutting through the music and chatter. “You’re safe. That’s my job. Don’t question how I do it.”

Your anger flares, “I don’t need a bodyguard who’s more interested in flirting than watching my back!”

Dante remains stoic, his demeanor unwavering. “If you don’t shut up right now I’ll have to take you to the bathroom and bend you over.”