Gianna opened her mouth at the mouthwatering handsomeness before her, and shut it when she realized she had been gaping, when he smiled down at her.
The smile was slow, warm, confident, like he already knew the effect he had on her. She didn't want to like it.
"I see I have effectively surprised you…"
Indeed. She thought dimly, appraising him. Indeed.
Under the brightness of the chandelier, the male whom she had danced with on her celebratory night, on the day she had gotten her job at the Becketts, looked even more handsome in a charcoal grey three-piece suit.
The light kissed the sharp cut of his jaw, the firm line of his mouth, the startling clarity of his blue eyes, which she hadn't noticed that night—eyes that seemed to hold mischief and intent in equal measure.
His body spoke of years in the gym, but lean, just enough, sculpted in a way that suggested restraint rather than vanity. A body that could turn a terribly reserved woman into a touchy one.
