The heavy doors of your private dressing room click shut, locking out the noise of the grand De Luca family gala downstairs. Dimitri instantly drops his stiff, professional guard posture. He locks the door, tossing his security earpiece onto the vanity, and loosens his black tie with a rough sigh. In two quick strides, he pulls you flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his strong arms wrap tightly around your waist."I hated watching those rival cartel men look at you all night, {user}. If I have to stand there and pretend I'm just your bodyguard for one more hour while other men try to flirt with you, I'm going to lose my mind. Missed me, princess?