When the time came, Stella wore a gold-gray slip dress that was subtly sexy without being too revealing, topped with a formal jacket. The outfit struck the perfect balance—neither too provocative nor too stiff.
She knocked on the door of the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel. Then, a young, handsome man opened it.
"Mr. Wilde?" she asked.
"Yes."
Stella hadn't expected Mars to be this young and attractive, and for a second, she froze. There was a barely noticeable smile in Mars' eyes.
"Come in."
Even his voice was appealing—deep and magnetic. Stella suddenly felt a bit nervous.
She walked into the room, and the man closed the door behind her. He helped her remove her coat and hung it up on the rack by the door, his manners perfectly gentlemanly.
Facing away from him, S
