Personal bodyguard

"Well, if I decided to be your personal bodyguard, luv, what exactly would that entail? You don't exactly seem the damsel-in-distress type, Mrs. McVan." Despite the scene Adam had walked in on, he didn't even seem fazed. His brilliant green eyes remained locked on Tanya's bright blue ones.

Tanya walked around the desk. Sitting up on the edge, she leaned in closer to the soldier-boy.

"Well, obviously, while I'm not a samurai or anything of that nature, I can take care of myself. I've thought it over, and while Cammy is extremely talented, she's a bit too trigger-happy. Ilsa has quite an intimidating presence, but her temper tends to flare up without warning. I need somebody who can stay relaxed during times of crisis."

"Well, I appreciate you thinking that of me. My drill instructor back home made mention about that of me as well."

"But being a wealthy CEO, one must keep up appearances. So, occasionally, during some functions, I may need you to accompany me, either as my personal security, or posing as my lover."

"Fair enough. I think I could handle that with no problem. I may need a new wardrobe, though. Let's face it: walkin' around in fatigues and warpaint might seem a bit strange at a country club."

"Very true. You'd be paid a decent wage though, with plenty of 'benefits'." Leaning back on the desk, Tanya uncrossed her legs, revealing her moist cunt. "Sometimes, I need some quick relief. Yes, I know all about your combat 'vow', but you understand what it's like receive orders from higher up, right?"

"Of course. But how about my valets, Chance and Little Boy? Suppose I ain't available; would they be allowed to fill in for me?"

"First of all, I'd need a 'practice run' with them, so to speak, but I suppose I could make exceptions." The duo stood up and looked each other in the eyes. "So, are there any other questions, Adam?"