Alan, the tattoo artist, felt as if he had just been jolted awake from a beautiful dream.
He blinked rapidly, forcing himself to focus on the two people before him.
Xenia's eyes shimmered like clear river water, kindness flowing from them effortlessly. She reclined gracefully on the deep blue velvet sofa, the luxurious fabric cradling her in a way that made her look both lazy and regal at the same time.
She was breathtaking—innocence laced with an irresistible allure.
A woman of such exquisite beauty... Only the most powerful, the most privileged man could claim her as his own.
That man was Alexander Shaw.
A wave of cold dread washed over Alan as the reality of his situation came crashing down.
What had possessed him to entertain such foolish thoughts?
Had he actually dared to fant
