**Evelina’s POV **
I took in the woman’s low cut dark red silk dress she wore, the t**s spilling out of it and her huge almond shaped hazel green eyes. She stood there, taking a sip of water, throwing her head back and displaying her unblemished neck as if it were some sort of damn invitation. My eyes tracked her every move, taking in those generous curves. She set the glass down firmly, reached into her bag, and applied a deep red lipstick to her full lips.
This woman was way too at ease in Gabe’s kitchen to be a guest. Kirsty had been artificial. This chic….well she was not. There was nothing fake about the perfect sway of her hips as she moved to set her glass in the sink. And those perfectly shaped lips were not overly pouty. If Kirsty had made me feel self-conscious, well this woman
