Damien smiled at her, leaning by the door, ready already and damn...now Hazel was glad she went through all that ordeal. There was no way her old, jeans and T-shirt barely tied hairs self would have come anywhere close to this man who seemed like a dream come true, a modern day prince charming in a very ruthlessly sexy way. He wore a crimson three-piece suite, though it was more like the color of wine with silk lapels on the suit jacket, the waist coat sticking to him like glue as always and white shirt inside with almost half the buttons opened that gave a peek of his flawless chest and collarbones.
He skipped the tie but Hazel couldn't complain. Her mouth went dry just at the sight of him. Was he even real? How can a man be so perfect physically? How was that even allowed? Nobody will
