Hetty came down the stairs into the new reception and found Charles standing by the door. He had his hands in his trouser pockets and his hat tipped rakishly over his eyes.
He wore a dark-blue two-button single-breasted model coat with a snappy sports back. As he turned, she noted the elegant five-button double-breasted waistcoat with modified lapels. His trousers had full frontal pleats. It was a suit designed for everyday wear, but seeing it on Charles made it all the more appealing to her. The man knew how to dress, and that was one more reason to stay away from him, yet she couldn’t. She moved toward him as if he had his own personal field of gravity.
“Hello, Hetty,” he said in that deep, seductive voice. He removed his hat, letting his tawny gold hair fall into those eyes that held
