No dirt smudged them despite walking barefoot.
Perhaps he had lost his shoes somewhere?
I lifted my glass and downed the rest of the alcohol, sighing as the warmth settled in my stomach. A glass table nearby held many empty glasses, so I added mine to the mess. The stranger didn’t peek in my direction as I strolled and settled directly next to him. My right hip rested against the railing as I faced him, my arms loose yet crossed against my chest.
A full ten seconds had passed before I admitted defeat, the man not taking notice of me even though I stood a mere foot from him. But instead of introducing myself, I turned my head and peered down into the atrium to examine what entranced him so.
I snorted as my blonde brows rose. “I believe she’s taken.”
Everyone knew this. Even those halfway across the world knew Ms. Poppy Carvene was dating Mr. Godric King. The social media on them was astonishing. Anytime they were out in public there were photos taken of them. Ms. Carvene’s father was the great General Carvene of the Liberated Army, while Mr. King was the owner of the Corporate Army. The LA was the only standing resistance against the CA—and Mr. King’s lawful dictates. The fact that Ms. Carvene and Mr. King were together was shocking, despite the obvious, that he was a monster.
I often wondered if she knew what she slept with.
The stranger’s chuckle was soft, his eyes never leaving his prey. “I’m not interested in that woman. Not in the way you just insinuated, anyway.”
“You could have fooled me.”
Still, he stared at her as she spoke with a CA guard.
He shrugged his right shoulder, the long fur covering his arm swaying with the movement. His response was shocking in its bluntness. “I prefer tall blondes with big boobs. Ms. Carvene has none of those three characteristics. She has nothing physically I’m interested in.”
My wide eyes glanced down at my cleavage, my large breasts tastefully filling out my black gown. I shook my head of pristine blonde hair, my tall height allowing me to watch everyone in this room if I wished.
The stranger wasn’t spotting his ‘ideal’ woman right now—directly beside him. Instead, he favored watching a woman he claimed to have no interest in.
An unbidden snicker escaped my lips.
He did grace me with his attention then. His eerie eyes sparkled with mirth as he only stared directly into my blue gaze, not glancing down at my cleavage on display. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, and stated, “You’re taken as well, so I have no interest in you either, despite your lovely attributes.”
My brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m not dating anyone.”
Who was this man?
Where had my sense gone? Or my manners?
I uncrossed my arms and raised my right hand. “My name is Mina Kramer. And you are?”
He claimed my hand with his own and lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on top of my wrist. When he straightened and released me, he answered, “My name is Cassander. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
