Lauren let out a quiet gasp. She didn’t recognize most of the people in the room, but Ethan, who constantly made headlines, was someone she definitely knew.
At this moment, Ethan was seated in the corner, his thin lips pressed together. The indoor heating was strong, so he was wearing just a shirt. His long, sharply defined fingers rested on the table, lightly tapping. His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, gave no hint of his expression. But when women looked at men, it was all about their physique, looks, social status, and the intense attraction their hormones sparked.
People were drawn to power. In a room full of men, the most eye-catching one would naturally draw attention.
For men, though, their gaze was more direct—looking at legs, at breasts, at faces. In that instant, Natalie
