“I… I just put up vacancy needed for a guard, and… I got him,” Laura lied, even though her dark eyes were focused solely on Ethan, who was now drenched with sweat. His dark hair was separated in wet strings, some sticking to his face, and some swinging as he moved his head. His face was shiny with sweat, and his white shirt had soaked so much that his well-defined chest, as well as some scars were visible.
Loretta was clearly drooling over him, unable to wait to get her hands over the piece of treasure that Laura so jealously guarded.
No one else could concentrate from that moment on. Even Laura was absentminded when she was congratulated on winning. She was just so focused on Ethan, and his sheer beauty, and oozing mysteriousness.
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