He supported his head with one hand, slightly turned sideways, his slender form exuding the relaxed confidence of a resting leopard, yet the sophistication on him instantly made everything in the room clash with him.
The alluring face, under the light, radiated a porcelain glow.
The buttons of his shirt were undone by two, perfectly revealing his solid and sexy chest, a physique comparable to an international top male model. From her angle, everything below his chest was all legs...
Evil genius was the only word Victoria Gibson could think of at the moment to describe him.
The genes of the Yale Family were too good, ignoring his idle and nonchalant attitude towards life, his looks alone would cause countless women to throw themselves at him for the sake of their offspring's genes.
If his hand wasn't clutching the bra she had changed out of that morning, her mood for appreciating handsome men might have been a bit better...
