Ariel's POV
"First time here?"
I turned to see a man in a dark suit with no tie, the top button of his shirt was undone and his smile was way too wide.
"I don't think that's relevant." I took a sip from my glass.
"No?" He tilted his head and laughed, like I just cracked a joke. "I'd argue it's very relevant. A gorgeous angel like you, standing alone at a party like this?" His eyes did a slow circuit of me from top to bottom and back up. "Seems like a waste."
I came this night to get investors for Henderson Corp, not get into bed with one weird-looking man.
"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound dismissive and hoping he takes the cue. "Thank you."
But this man didn't move. Not even an inch.
"Let me get you a drink," he said instead, like he wanted to do me a favor.
I lifted my glass,
