Joan Shaw looked in the direction Miles Xavier was pointing. Although a light breeze was blowing across the deck and the weather was quite cold, it was no match for the socialites' determination to look beautiful. Every last one of them was dressed in something light and sexy.
In the middle of a crowd of beauties, she saw a tall man dressed in a white suit. He had fair skin and the wholesome look of a sunny, good-natured guy.
She had always imagined Howard would be the cold, domineering CEO type, but she never expected him to have such a refreshing, clean-cut vibe.
Miles Xavier extended his arm, and she slid hers through it as they walked out onto the deck.
In her sleeveless, nude-colored long dress, a gust of wind on the deck instantly gave her goosebumps. It was unbelievably cold.
But cold or not, she had to endure it.
"Howard." Miles Xavier stepped into the crowd. His cold, deep voice was like a sharp blade, parting the throng of people who automatically made way for him.
