Zane.
My gaze followed every movement as Cassandra gave her empty champagne glass to a passing waiter.
She looked so beautiful I was having trouble keeping my distance. I had first spotted her from across the lobby, and the next thing I knew, I was right in front of her, trying to strike a conversation.
Bad idea.
Her dewy skin glittered under some kind of makeup, with those long wispy lashes making bewitching motions each time she blinked. Ringlets of her black hair curled down her neck and temples, while the rest was twisted into some kind of ponytail, dripping with diamond accessories.
The silver dress she had done flaunted a huge amount of her pale skin. My eyes roamed over her exposed thigh leading up to—
“What else is there to do but drink?” She cut in.
She was trying to play o
