However, by a mischievous work of fate, she watched as the man left the room and strode to the elevator. He was a very tall man, with a strong build and broad shoulders. His tuxedo looked perfectly lined except for the three buttons undone.

And, contrary to what she'd expected, he had time to reach out and stop the steel doors from closing. Then nervousness embraced her again.

The first thing she felt was the man's scent. It was as if his sense of smell was developed just for that scent. Strong, masculine and addictive. It wasn't just the perfume; that sensuality could not be found in a glass bottle. Much of the attraction that scent spread was the man's persona itself.

She couldn't see his face covered by the gray mask, but she felt it on her skin as if it were emanating fire. The man was tall and strong, every part of his body strategically filling the black tuxedo.

The mask above the sculpted lips, perfectly lined nose, and set jaw held mystery to the man, like a black knight.

And under that haze were blue-green eyes. The redhead knew it would take a long time to look at them to decide if they were green or blue, but she also knew she wouldn't be able to. He was too dark for that. It was intimidating. That man would be able to captivate a crowd of people if he wanted to, but he could also scare them away with just one look.

His hand went to the dash and tapped the button casually, but it didn't look so simple coming from a figure like that. His hand exposed some veins sticking out under the skin, something that made him manly on a high level. There was also a ring on her ring finger, but the woman didn't have time to analyze it. Every movement screamed meticulous control, focused enough to decide and command, unlike any Blair had seen.

It wasn't just a temptation, it was an invitation.

For a moment, he looked at the redhead. Not that he'd ignored her before, but he knew how to pretend he had. The man knew when he was in control of a situation, and without a doubt, he was. What emanated from him was unreachable and inaccessible. It felt far away, even though it was next to Blair.

The woman looked up at the tall man beside her, realizing that his gaze was even more dangerous than his scent. She felt as if he was going through her, invading and exploring without permission. Blair warmed under the blue of those evil eyes, capable of dragging to hell or flying to heaven.

She didn't think a second time before advancing on him. The man at her side meant danger and, at the same time, was an unbreakable magnet. He'd called out with a look, and she'd accepted.

She walked over and glued the red dress to her tuxedo. The man wasn't surprised, and he wouldn't back down. Her rosy lips, covered in a glossy layer of gloss, also captivated him in the first second.

He grabbed her slim waist and brought that soft body closer to his, ready to do justice to the city of sin. His hands made her skin tingle, even under her dress. He knew what he was doing, how he was doing it, all the excitement he made with just one touch.

The hand that had previously gripped the woman's waist rose slowly, designed to heighten desire. He ran his fingertips over the neckline of the dress, touching the skin lightly, causing it to sting. And when he reached his throat, the man tightened his fingers around the spot, making Blair throw her head back.

Neither of them seemed worried about the variables, only the desire unfolding between them was important. The need for something carnal was palpable, and beyond that, the fusion between them would be enlightening. She wanted to know how he could exude so much power, and he wanted to find out how she managed to be so angelic and alluring at the same time.

The way the man's jagged jaw tightened made Blair flinch and swallow hard, completely affected. Whatever happened between them would be like setting their bodies on fire.

Her pink lips parted to accommodate the demanding breath that had been lost in her throat. Even breathing had become difficult the moment the doors closed and those eyes turned to her. However, the submission those hands made her feel was the main reason for her shortness of breath.

Blair had been nervous around him before, but next to his body, she felt herself melting. It didn't seem real to the idea that a man in black, as handsome as a god, had won over her without any effort, conquering her body as if he'd had it forever.

He pressed his fingers to her skin, both at her throat and at her waist, and a gasp close to a groan was his response. Blair was surrendered, wishing with all her might that this grip would never end.

The man pushed her back until he had her as a victim, trapped between the elevator wall and the strong body. And when he came closer, pressing his hard body against the soft one, Blair felt his full magnitude. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of the touch, the look, the scent and the anticipation.

That man was looking at her with violent desire, his eyes raking over her body like a hunter. He faced a hard battle against his impulse, tempted to advance on her, held back by ethics and common sense. Her heavy breaths beat against female skin, causing sensations the redhead wouldn't be able to describe.

He brought his lips to her face, still holding her waist and squeezing her throat, and it took all his strength not to lose his poise and control over himself, just for the pleasure of having control over her.

However, all the screaming sex atmosphere around them was shattered when the doors opened into the main hall. The man released the redhead with an economy of effort and withdrew. He didn't even look around when he left the elevator, much less look back.

Blair had to lean against the wall to regain her sanity, missing the touch she'd lost like a lung misses oxygen. She could still feel that fallen angel's fingers on her skin, and it scared her. The woman found herself leaning forward just to smell a little more of the scent he left. The scent that was still on her skin.

The last thing she needed was a man like that, capable of disarming her defenses and making her legs weak. This would be too dangerous, too intense, and she knew it.