Chance had run out of the theatre so fast he'd nearly knocked over one of his assistants in the process. The brown eyed woman gave him an alluring smile and rested her hand on his arm. The beast in him recoiled from her touch and snarled in his mind's eye.
"Grace?"
"Yes, Chance."
"You're fired. Go see Terrence about severance pay," he stated and walked hastily away from the woman.
He'd been quite the ladies' man for as long as he could remember. Most of his conquests were unemotional one-night stands though he'd had some repeated performances. Not many.
They were modern women who knew the score and chose to bed him. He didn't feel guilty or ashamed of any of his actions except for the fact that as of right now, none of them even existed for him. There was only one woman. One mate. Le
