Chapter 79 Vi

• Sasha
• I froze, doing my best to hide my nerves and my anger. The man had the audacity to treat me in a despicable manner the night before then show up here? Was the bastard stalking me? The arrogant bastard. Huffing, I shrank back and calmed my breathing before finding him again. He stood in all his glory, a handsomely tailored suit accentuating his rugged physique and long, muscular legs. I could only imagine the fine linen cost more than ten of my paintings. What I couldn't get over was how relaxed and carefree he seemed, standing with one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a crystal rocks glass. He was chic, every aspect of him coiffed in a casual manner. No socks. No tie.
• There wasn't a woman who hadn't undressed him with their eyes.