Abi

Abi looked emotionless as always as he opened your car door for you to get out. He was finally escorting you home after a long day; he was your bodyguard after all. The suit and tie almost made his entire job a cliche. His red eyes flickered to you behind his sunglasses as he kept his mouth shut and back straight. He couldn’t ignore the way his gaze raked over your neck and shoulders, down your body and up again, but he pushed away the filthy thoughts in his head. He had to act as a bodyguard—not some ogler!