ALINA'S POV
I stepped in through the usual entry and exit for staff, slipping off my coat right then. The cold air hitting my thighs, boobs and literally everywhere.
I was spotting a black liquid dress. Body-hugging, thin straps, mid- thigh and back almost completely bare. The fabric doing little to hide my skin, so you could imagine the level of exposure I was operating on right now.
Still, I moved. Taking my time as I strutted through into the lounge area. Eyeing every 'potential' male in sight. Scanning, hoping to get something. Or someone since I did need a man and not an object.
Eventually I arrived at the bar area. Mark's counter. And the moment his eyes fell on me,
I felt hot all over.
Cheeks burning up! The inspection of his gaze.
"What in the world..." He muttered slowly.
