Jackson stepped out of the mansion, his head spinning from the encounter with Gabriella. The cool night air hit his face, a welcome respite from the stuffy interior. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of the intoxicating scent of Gabriella's perfume that still lingered in his nostrils.
He was still trying to process what had just happened. Gabriella, an arms dealer. It sounded like something out of a bad action movie. And yet, here he was, her business card burning a hole in his pocket and a dinner date set for tomorrow night.
But it wasn't just Gabriella that had his mind reeling. Those women in her entourage... Jackson ran a hand through his hair, bewildered. What kind of arms dealer surrounded herself with a group that couldn't seem to keep their clothes on?
He chuckled
