Chapter 4
Stephano walked next to Rosalind. Her hips swayed and her lips pressed together accenting her cheekbones to perfection. His body was hard and ready for her when she brushed against him, but he led her and their small group to a nearby cafe. He opened the door and held it for her, watching the curve of her body in a short white dress as she passed him.
The maitre’d escorted them to a private table near the window and he took the seat next to her. Her dark brown hair was up, but as he glanced at her, he wanted to unwrap that hair and run his fingers through the thick tresses.
As soon as the waiter left, he asked, “Rosalind, what kind of business are you in?”
She put her napkin on her lap as she patted his hand. “Rossie, please, and I run a makeup and hair beauty team for weddin
