Somewhere inside the gallery. "Exquisite, isn't it?" A voice said suddenly, making Zara flinch.
Assuming it was Silas, she began, "I told you not to…" but stopped cold when her eyes landed on the intruder. Definitely not Silas. Narrowing her gaze, she asked, "Sorry, who?" While discreetly sizing him from head to toe. He was handsome…her type of man, she had to admit.
"Ah, forgive me for startling you. I am Mark, Mark Willow, a partner at Paul's company. I hope I am not disturbing you." He smiled broadly as he introduced himself, the kind of smile that hooked attention. From that look alone, Zara could tell he was a playboy. And playboys, she knew, were dangerous but delicious. Her type exactly. If only Silas had been a bit more like that.
"No, you are not. In fact, you came at the perfect time," she replied, flashing him a smile of her own.
"And your name?" He asked, prompting her to realize she hadn't introduced herself.
