He'd served five years a Marine, two and half years as CIA recruited protection detail for the President of the United States and one and a half as the chief bodyguard for the Ambassador to England, but Bain Prescott had never had a job as difficult as guarding the Ambassadors' hedonistically attractive son, Asher.

For a twenty-one-year-old in college, Asher Prescott had one routine, wake up, party, get sober, get laid and then party again while leaving a trail of damage in his wake. With the Ambassador on a six-week long assignment in London, Bain's job was more babysitting than body guarding as he was forced to follow behind and clean up Archer's messes.

Paying Archer's clubbing debts, sure, fixing Asher's smashed car, no problem, ushering Asher's nightly 'dates' out the next morning, fine, but when it came to resisting the urge to fuck him....