Noah's lips tightened into a faint smile. "Not yet. And I think I can manage without suggestions."
Damien slimed, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Suit yourself. But one day, you'll see..settling down can be enjoyable."
With that, Damien drifted away, immediately surrounded by a group of models who seemed drawn to him. He leaned back slightly, hand resting lightly on one woman's shoulder, eyes twinkling as he told a story. Another brushed past him, giggling at something he said.
Yet again, Noah sank into a corner, leaning back in his chair, feeling restless. The first round of networking had been tiresome. Adam, another CEO, sat across from him, swirling his drink.
"Looks like Mr. Rothwell is having the time of his life," Adam said, nodding toward the center of the room. "My wife would never let me do that. She has men watching me all the time. If I ever was surrounded by that many women, I doubt my marriage would survive. Lucky busted!" he complained with a small, frustrated shrug.
Noah followed his gaze. Damien had clearly let himself go, surrounded by a cluster of women, models and socialites laughing and dancing lightly around him. His laughter could be heard across the room, confident and charming. He was now dancing with several models,and would often reach for their waist and their faces, every bit of it suggestive.