The man walked over, clad in a perfectly tailored suit, shoes polished to a mirror shine—an utter gentleman who stood in stark contrast to the shirtless, gyrating men onstage. And just like that, Grace realized why those dancers hadn’t moved her at all: she stared at Raphael’s ridiculously handsome face every day.
With his commanding presence, Raphael strode straight to her booth and locked eyes with her, unflinching. The people between them instinctively stepped aside, leaving no obstacles.
Whispers erupted around her.
“Her husband is insanely hot.”
“If I had a man like that, I’d never let him out of my sight.”
“Every damn night.”
All those shameless remarks filtered right into Grace’s ears, turning her cheeks crimson.
One of her friends leaned in and whispered, “Your husband looks
