It was very rare that Tamara ever felt taken aback by the sight of a man, but the person standing in the doorway was like staring at a volcano erupting in the foreground of the most magnificent sunset she had ever witnessed. His eyes were as bright as stars, capturing the light and reflecting it back at her from his bright, green eyes that looked like they had been etched out of pure jade.
His skin was pale and clung to a perfect bone structure that made her believe that God truly was a sculptor. After all, there was no way that random chaos and coincidence could create someone so stunningly handsome. His chin looked like it had been chiseled from the finest bone in the world and his blond hair was perfectly trimmed, the kind of trim that only came with lots of money and time in a salon.
