THERON'S POV
I plastered on the kind of charming smile that had been perfected over the years and made my way toward the group of women loitering in the corner of the ballroom.
“Ladies,” I greeted smoothly, giving them a graceful, practiced bow.
Giggles followed soft, calculated, and breathy as if sultriness could mask the desperation clinging to their perfume. I didn’t need to read the lust in their eyes to know exactly why they were here. Their outfits if one could even call barely-there fabric that said more than words ever could.
“Was it just my overactive imagination, or were you staring at me from across the room?” I asked, letting the smile linger on my lips.
Another wave of laughter. Then one of them stepped forward tall, auburn-haired, and obviously self-appointed spokesperso
