The Bodyguard. Fangirl Confessions, #3

I make people uncomfortable. My big mouth has gotten me in trouble more than once, and this comic convention proves to be no different. When I go through security, I get the grumpiest guard on duty-never mind the fact that he's the hottest man I've ever seen. He immediately becomes the villain of my fantasies. I hate him, and it's obvious he's no fan of mine either. Every time we cross paths, sparks fly.
But the shit hits the fan when I accidentally cause an incident, punch said guard in the face, and get kicked out of the convention. Regret gives way to determination when I sign up for self-defense classes with a personal trainer. I refuse to be vulnerable again. But when I walk into the gym, I can't believe my luck. My new trainer is the bodyguard who got me kicked out of the convention. Anger and attraction make for some spectacular fireworks, but someone is bound to get burned.