The door swings open with a loud creak and my breath catches in my throat at the sight before me.
“Ah, hello. Ms. Cowell, I take it?”
“Y-yes? How did you know?” I ask, my voice betraying me as it hitches up a little. The beautiful man before me smiles broadly.
“Well, your beauty is quite legendary. And that jacket is a dead give away.”
His hair is a rusty reddish brown, which only makes his hazel eyes sparkle and stand out more. With his chiseled features and clean shaven face he could immediately pass as a supermodel, and in his striking black and charcoal grey three-piece suit I can’t help but to think he is.
“And you are?” I question, somehow managing to keep control of my voice.
“Robin Bonavin, Ms. Rose” He replies with a deep bow, ta
