Chapter 7
“Fantastic!” the woman exclaimed. “You’re perfect, Mark. May I call you Mark? You are Lauré—the absolute embodiment of all it stands for.”
Mark looked down at the gushing woman—one of many he’d encountered at the cocktail party after the unveiling of House of Lauré’s newest line of men’s clothing—and smiled. “Thank you.”
He was running out of responses—and wine he realized, looking at his empty glass. Using that as an excuse, he made a beeline for the bar at the far end of the room, only pausing when someone or another would stop him to congratulate him yet again. He caught a glimpse of Nate Phillips on one side of the room with the owner of House of Lauré. If he’d thought he was being overwhelmed by admirers, they were positively swamped.
Nate happened to look in his directi
