A seductive and sweet smile graced her lips, a smile she wielded most frequently as her weapon of choice.
There wasn't a man who could resist it.
So, before Matthew Saxon could respond, she twisted her waist and brazenly took a seat next to him.
She sat very close to him, gently placing a hand on Matthew Saxon's shoulder, "Hey there, handsome, what are you thinking about, sitting here all alone? Why not join us at our table?"
Matthew slowly turned his head.
At close range, the woman was stunned for a moment by the mesmerizing face before her, and her gaze grew even more entranced.
Despite Matthew's not-so-great expression, she was too captivated by his looks to notice.
"Hey there, handsome, how about we become friends?" As she spoke, she moved even closer to Matthew, sitting even nearer to him.
"Get lost."
"Handsome, wh-what did you just say?" The woman was taken aback, a look of surprise on her face.
