Entering the Hotel

In the brief moments you spent in that entrance hall you had already seen at least 3 or 4 girls that were probably models, even if they were more the high fashion kind, thin, tall and not particularly attractive (note to self: dude! Don't be an asshole: your girl is the most beautiful and adorable woman in the world, of course that regular females to you now look as appealing as crash test dummies!).

You got into an empty elevator, and as soon as the door was closed made out passionately, letting out a bit of the sexual tension that was building since the car ride.

It didn't last long: just a floor up and the "ding" from the opening informed you two to quickly stop our kissing before getting caught, but the guy who got in surely guessed, if not saw, what you were doing.

Even worse, you were about to find out he was nobody else then her agent... Adriana hugged him, and later introduced him to you.

This guy seemed a nice man, maybe even a bit too attractive considering his job was being around her... you know, paranoid plus jealous is a very bad combination... but the thing that was really out of place were his horrible neon coloured sneakers, bright red: ugh! On a kid or a rapper they would have been fine, but on an average grown adult? Just awful.

Her agent was very friendly with her, nothing unexpected since they have known each other for more then a decade, but with you he was kind too but you could tell he was doing it for professional ethic, and that probably he was thinking you were just like one of her crappy ex-boyfriends: a flirt she had just to not feel alone after the divorce, but with no real commitment.

He could have not been more wrong, but you respected his opinion, because it showed he cared for her and his job was exactly that, to protect the interests of his client and help her, for everything.

Very similar to what you were going to sign for, since after a bit of polite small talk he handed you the paper to apply for the bodyguard job, at least temporarily.

Done that, and having almost scared him when, to get the gun's serial number to register it as your service weapon, you took the SIG out of the belt holster put on when you were on the car.

No way you were going to leave the gun out of hand's reach if you could avoid it.

You left his office, and she searched for your hand as soon as you stood up from the chairs. You didn't need to turn to feel the man's inquisitive eyes on you, probably thinking "What does she finds in that guy?!" You were going to get used to this sensation pretty soon...