The ice in Lara’s glass clinked softly as she reached for the bottle to pour herself another drink.
The world around her blurred slightly, the low hum of conversation fading into background noise. She wasn’t drunk—yet—but the pleasant numbness settling in her limbs was a welcome relief.
Just as she lifted the glass to her lips, the door to the VIP room swung open. The sound wasn’t particularly loud, but something about it made Lara glance up.
And that’s when she saw him.
A pair of striking green eyes met hers, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.
Lara’s mind scrambled to process the man standing before her—the same one she had seen in Duke’s i********: posts. The one she had been irrationally curious about.
Seeing him in pictures was one thing, but in person…
Damn.
The photos
