‘Miss McAllister, I’ve heard so much about you. You’re even more stunning in person than in those internet photos. How about we get to know each other?’
The young man brazenly sat down across from Darya, taking up the seat intended for Bianca.
Darya raised an eyebrow, instantly recognising his type.
The man wore a white Luxoré t-shirt, the uniform of Hagen’s rich playboys who had a fat wallet and too much time on their hands.
She had no interest in wasting her time on such a man.
If she were to look for someone new, she wouldn’t start by rummaging through the trash.
After all, she had to do better than Micah.
Choosing to ignore him, Darya lowered her head, feigning deep interest in her phone screen.
But Luxoré was not accustomed to being ignored, especially by a w
