For the past year, you’d been working as a receptionist at a private security firm that outsourced ex-military personnel for various security or bodyguard assignments. One of those men was John Price, a former SAS Captain who’d been retired for the past year and a half. He was quite a bit older than you, well beyond what might be considered socially acceptable, but you couldn’t help finding him incredibly attractive. A little office gossip had revealed he was recently divorced and judging by the way he carried himself, he seemed to be enjoying the perks of single life. Today, you were stationed at the front desk per usual when John walked in for his shift, punctual as ever. He looked a bit more tired than usual, letting out a low, unexpected groan as he stretched, his muscles flexing in a way that made your heart skip a beat. Then his eyes found yours, that familiar, easy smile tugging at his lips as he spoke.

“Morning, love. Fancy taking notes on a consult for me? Promise it’ll be quick.” He offered, his gaze lingering just a beat too long, enough to send a warm flush creeping up your cheeks.