Bodyguard

I Wanna Go Home!

I opened Tristan's office door and held it for Perry. 

Perry walked in and took a good look around, his eyes landing on Tristan.

"Didn't I tell you to get out?,"asked Tristan, obviously not noticing Perry in the room.

"But, Sweetheart, Perry is here to help me decorate,"I said, a double meaning in my voice. 

If Tristan says stuff like that, it'll make it harder for people to believe we're dating. 

Tristan looked up and gave Perry a fake smile that looked so real.

"Ah, my apologies, my name is Dr. Wilds, but please, call me Tristan,"said Tristan, reaching out and shaking Perry's hand. 

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like a frog playing dead to catch more flies."It's a pleasure to meet you, Tristan,"smiled Perry.

"Ok... um, so, Perry where do we start?,"I asked, taking a seat. 

Perry sat next to me and pulled out a clipboard that was in his man-bag.

"The paint,"He started, going through some papers.

"The paint?,"I frowned. I don't think I'm allowed to repaint the office.

"Well, surely you're not just gonna leave that boring paint on the walls?,"asked Perry, eyeing me carefully.

"Um, am I allowed to repaint?,"I asked Tristan, hopefully.

"I mean, there aren't any rules that say don't paint your walls, that I know of, so yea,"shrugged Tristan.

"Yes! Okay, so, I want mint green walls,"I said, bouncing with excitement. 

Perry wrote some stuff down and looked back up expectantly.

"What color furniture?,"Perry asked.

"I'm thinking white,"I said, tapping my chin.

"Ooh, yes, you have great taste,"Perry complimented.

"And I'm thinking very light brown hardwood floors with a huge, white fluffy carpet in the middle!,"exclaimed Perry. 

Jeez, he seems more excited than I am.

"Oh my God! YES! You have a gift!,"I said, clapping my hands together.

"That I have. Now, I'm going to make a few finishing touches on this and we can get to work. Write down your number for me and I'll call you the next time I need to talk to you,"said Perry, handing me a slip of paper.

"Here, I'll give you mine,"said Tristan, snatching the slip out of my hand. 

Tristan scribbled something down and handed it back to Perry.

"Alright, well, I'll see you soon. It was very nice meeting you, Phoenix. Oh! And you too, Tristan,"Perry got up. 

Perry left the room and I waited for him to get a little further away from the door before speaking.

"What's wrong with you? Why'd you give him your number?,"I asked, a little angry.

"You and I don't know him. I haven't even debriefed him yet, how do we know we can trust him?,"Tristan nonchalantly replied.

"WE don't, but I do. There is no WE here, you already made that perfectly clear. It's just me, myself, and I and it's none of your darn business,"I snapped. 

How dare he sit here and yell at me about us not being friends, but then call us a "we"?

"Sorry to inform you, but it IS my FUCKING business. As your bodyguard, I have to know everyone you're associated with in order to ensure your safety. That's the whole fucking point of this arrangement: to keep you safe. Don't make that difficult for me,"Tristan said lowly.