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“Let me just talk to this person over there,” Lynne whispered to Mikaela, referring to a ed couple a few feet away from them
“Why? Who are they?”
“It’s who is he That old geezer is a horny bastard and he’s been sending signals Don’t worry, I won’t sleep with him,” Lynne joked “I just need him to invest Then, hello promotion and suite with aand a couch”
Mikaela watched as Lynne sauntered her way through the crowd, enjoying the stares by the men and the room, and the stares of envious or annoyed wo if she would ever be that confident Lynne kne to entice and Mikaela thought that on the other hand that she had the charm of a potato, maybe fries at least She couldn’t resist fries anyway…
He was bored Well, slightly bored There were numerous attractive women and women eren’t so attractive, but they had assets that would make any superficial man happy Women were so easy to read He looked at each one as if he were studying flora Every woman had the sas, their insecurities warped fros
He could think of so atives and few positives while he sipped red wine, trying to pay attention to the lovely wo little black dress, who, unfortunately was the wife of one of the bank’s ave him that look and he sent one of disinterest He had no intention of ruining his reputation as an upstanding businessman Models and celebrities or women eren’t of this circle were an exeht of business concerns
He didn’t want to attend this little cocktail party that consisted of three hundred people, preferring to be in his house to catch up on a series he had been enjoying as of late His good friend, Michael, had other plans Michael Sood eye for women The man was almost never alone, just like he was In fact, it was Michael who introduced Jessica to hiht miscalculation on his friend’s part, but that was how the dating worked No one would fit the mold perfectly
He wasn’t here on the prowl, though He was here to iate buddies who happened to be in Malibu It was just an excellent opportunity to meet up with Malibu society as well The bank was an international one, and it started in Malibu The event was s; a reunion of sorts for very i accounts He had a few million stashed in a two key accounts, for which the bank was grateful for Justin still preferred the Swiss Bank, though
He didn’t quite like the canapes they served, so he enjoyed the mediocre wine instead He was asuch a stuck-up businessman, from food to wine to women, it was complaint or disfavor “You’ll never find a wife,” they would tease him
He wasn’t after a wife He was after pleasure California was full of it He would eles, to be closer to one office Then he would ain in a few months’ time, this time in New York He
never stayed put for long and he had gotten used to the luxurious nomadic life that he had put himself in
Justin suddenly wanted to leave the party It was rather boring, and it was too early to have a nightcap in the hotel bar He found hi around while still pretending that he was listening to this pretty but dull woman’s stories about her travels and her favorite Michelin-rated restaurants across Europe He had tried the so on her phone, and obviously pretending that she didn’t quite care that she was alone
He excused hi the woape, and she couldn’t refuse Who could say anything to stop Justin Henderson? No one So he walked through the crowd, the wo him once more and he smiled at some of them, just for kicks
Justin had one goal in et to the woman ore a cobalt blue dress From afar, she looked pleasant to the eyes The color of her dress accentuated her dark skin and her curls, and her heels co her seem taller than she was supposed to be He estiht she was barely twenty-five years old He liked hted in them when he found these correct
He approached her calan si her scroll on her Facebook feed