Victor
I was seated in Dylan's living room, waiting for him to bring us drinks. My mind kept wandering back to last night when Elena had scooted closer to me in bed. It was a fleeting moment, but it made my heart race. I knew I shouldn't think of her that way, after all, I was her bodyguard, and our relationship should strictly be professional.
But I couldn't help it. Elena was beautiful and had a fiery personality that always kept me on my toes. Plus, there was something about her, the way she smiled, and the way she teased me that made my heart skip a beat.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when Dylan walked in with the drinks. "Here you go, gentlemen," he said, handing us each a glass.
"Thanks, man," I replied, taking a sip of the scotch.
"So, Victor, how's work with Elena going?" D
