He'd probably been warned off because the last man Alyssa had slept with had been James' age. Alyssa saw him arrive and grinned, detatching herself from the situation for a moment to walk up to him. Her heels made her seem a little less petite than her 5'3", and she grinned, hands on her hips as she walked over.
"If it isn't our bodyguard. Thanks for coming." Alyssa's accent was from James' backyard, pure Chelsea posh. "Alyssa Hamilton," she smiled, sticking out a hand.