Naledi’s fingers tightened around the tray she was holding as she watched him approach her. He walked with confidence, his presence commanding attention. She tried very hard not to notice the sensual movement of his muscles beneath his white shirt. The black jeans he wore fit his body like a glove. Anthony Tloung was definitely built like every woman’s dream; tall, big and devastatingly handsome. And she had fantasized about that body more times than she could count.
Naledi forced herself to look away. She was here to do a job, not stand around and stare at a man who was way out her league. With that thought, Naledi moved to another group of people on the other side of the large room. She moved around until she couldn’t see him. She made her rounds until the canapes on her tray were finis
