Chapter 5Natalie Sharp was a striking woman with dark, molten eyes, high cheekbones and smooth chocolate-brown skin. Her raven locks were scraped away from her modelesque face and pulled back into a low, sleek bun.
She sat at the long, glass dining table of her newly-purchased home in San Francisco. Just like the rest of the furniture in her palatial three-story mansion, her embellished A-line mini dress was luxury itself.
Riley learned from Google that Natalie worked as a financial consultant at a multi-billion dollar corporation in the heart of downtown San Francisco.
Judging by the profitable chunk of realty she owned in Pacific Heights, and the brand new Aston Martin and Porsche parked in her garage, Natalie was no stranger to luxury. She didn't even look a day older than twenty-six
