Marcus's POV
Elizabeth Nightshade. Damn. She was a looker. A real stunner. If she'd walked into my life earlier—before I met Rose—I would've had her in my office by tomorrow, no question. You couldn't blame me. Blondies were good in bed, especially the screamers. And Elizabeth? She looked like she'd be a hell of a screamer.
But today? Today, I couldn't bring myself to give a damn about her.
I should've been strutting around, charming her like I do with every hot babe who walks through these doors. I was Marcus, after all. Women didn't just fall for me—they fell for me. Hell, they were practically tripping over themselves to get to me. But with Elizabeth, I didn't feel that pull. Not even a little.
Because of her.
