(Andrea POV)
“That was hot, Butterfly,” Rico whispered in my ear and I winked at him. He handed me a glass of champagne which I accepted with a smile.
“Thanks, Babe,” I said after taking a sip of my drink. Someone called Rico, so he left me for a few moments.
“What a beautiful young lady doing here all along?” A graceful man said while sipping his drink. He was in his mid-thirties but the dark aura surrounding him was enough to tell me that he was a danger in gentleman’s clothes.
“I am sorry! Do I know you?” I asked with a sweet smile.
“My name is Evan Moore and I am the Mayor of LA,” He stretched his hand which I have to accept.
“Oh! That’s really impressive,” I answered and he placed a kiss on my knuckles. The way he scanned me from head to toe made me red with embarrassment.
