CHAPTER TWELVE
“Who’s that?” Felix asks in the earpiece.
Great question. I peer intently at the location the voice came from but see no one there.
Then a man materializes in front of me.
And what a man. Tall and broad-shouldered, he’s wearing a bespoke suit that hugs his muscled body in all the right places. His face, framed by thick, silky-looking dark hair, is even more impressive. Ocean-blue eyes glint at me from beneath straight black slashes of eyebrows, and his high cheekbones appear to have been carved by a sculptor, along with his chiseled jaw and dimpled chin. Oh, and there’s a hint of stubble on that gorgeous face, as if he hadn’t shaved this morning.
It’s official. He’s hotter than Adonis, the most popular uber singer on Gomorrah. Wait—maybe he is a celeb. Something about h
