It was a warm night in the city and the six feet of dark chocolate muscle was leaned against the porch column wearing nothing but sweatpants and a smile.
Clean shaven with a sharp jawline, she placed his age somewhere in his late 30’s. Torture new slave.
He exuded power and had the quiet confidence of a man who knew could have whatever he wanted.
And despite the friendliness in his voice, the way he looked at Lauren suggested that he’d just discovered his next conquest. Meet singles.
The look she gave him with a similar intensity and intent.