Freya's POV
I tilted my head and studied him through my alcohol-induced haze, a silly grin spreading across my face. "His name is Mack Ben. Sounds sophisticated, doesn't it? You definitely haven't met him. He's mysterious and keeps a low profile."
"What a coincidence. I happen to know him quite well." The man's smile held secrets as he stood and grasped my arm firmly. "Come on. I'm taking you home."
"You're taking me? Who are you exactly? Why would you take me anywhere? Did Katie Harriet send you? How much did she pay to hire all these male models tonight? But you showed up late. Everyone else already left."
"Miss Harriet didn't hire me."
"Then who are you?"
Before I could finish my question, his phone buzzed insistently. He held me steady with one arm while answering with his free hand.
"Did you drink tonight?"
"Are you certain you didn't drink?"
"Who did you leave with?"
"Understood. Yes, yes. I have her."
