Her favorite in her youth?
Did she chase celebrities?
And it's a bunch of old men she was after!
Damon Hawke frowned, his gaze sweeping over the musicians on stage, eyes deep and contemplative.
This band is an old one, a bit past their prime.
The average age of the men in the band is nearly forty.
So, she likes the older type?
Does she fantasize about limitless pampering?
Damon pondered, turning to look for Craig Landers.
The woman he had his eye on couldn't be attracted to other men.
But, where was Craig Landers?
At this moment, in the restroom.
Leia Quinn, pinned against the wall by Craig Landers, had her hands on his chest, eyes wide.
"Mr. Landers, what do you think you're doing?"
Why did this peacock follow her to the restroom?
"Dr. Quinn, do you seem to dislike me? I want to have a deep discussion with you."
Craig Landers had his hands braced against the wall, trapping Leia Quinn, his narrow, enchanting eyes gleaming.
