Evelyn Grant hugged the bottle of wine and blinked a couple of times.
Perhaps it was the alcohol warming her veins, because her eyes couldn't help but linger on the man's body.
His abs were taut and well-defined, and she could faintly make out the veins popping on his muscles. Droplets of water traced his V-line, sliding down until they disappeared into his trousers.
Evelyn Grant's eyes were glued to him.
Preston Keaton leaned down and kissed her lips. They were soft. He sucked on them a little forcefully, twice, his eyes growing dark as his Adam's apple bobbed with restraint.
"I have to go out for a bit."
He had just gotten a call.
He patiently explained, "Do you remember Shay, the girl who passed on a message for me at Sophie Sullivan's engagement party? She got into a fight with her family and ran away to Kryllos. She's in a hotel nearby."
