“The Bar is straight through there, behind you.” “Oh, ok, thank you very much.” Tara looked around. He asked if you could make your way to the Bar and he will meet you there.” “Hi, I have a meeting with Damien Lawson.” She walked as calmly as possible to the reception desk where a pretty, well groomed receptionist greeted her. It was an incredibly impressive building. Inside the lobby she looked in awe at the grandeur of the chandeliers, the magnificent sculptures, and the fine art paintings. He moved sideways to get past her and down the steps.ĭisconcerted, she was lost for a moment before she took hold of the door again and entered. “My apologies, Ma’am.” His voice was deep, with a southern lilt to it, his eyes searing into hers in their intensity, his presence an overwhelming force, setting off a visceral feeling deep within her. She flushed, taking a step backward and almost losing her balance in her heels. His face was inches from hers, his chest broad and firm and pressed hard against hers. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she said with embarrassment. Violent storm-tossed eyes stared down at her emerald green and deep as the sea on an autumn day bracing and wild. With her head still turned to the glass window she failed to see a man exiting with speed. She smoothed down her skirt and checked her hair in one of the glass windows as she pulled open the entrance door. Tara walked up the stone steps to the entrance of the club with trepidation, nerves tensing her stomach.
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