Chapter Thirteen

 

He was such a beautiful man. No wonder the papers had dubbed him Lucifer. He had a charm that had to be satanic in nature. He even looked like sin. He was darker in skin tone, but she didn’t think he was Hispanic. Bi-racial, maybe; but it was hard to tell those things.

He was built beautifully, like a gymnast or a dancer. He was neither too bulky nor too lean, though he was definitely more muscled than she’d thought at first glance. She knew it had to be from a gym. A man just didn’t look that good naturally very often. She’d made a point of sharing a dance with him a few minutes earlier.

Of course, he probably looked worse without the clothes. Most men did; and she’d certainly had seen more than her fair share of naked ones. Mostly ugly naked ones to be exact.

She had a hard time looking at the men in this room objectively. In her early days as an adult, she’d made a point to study the different body types of her clientele. For fun, and to somehow distract herself from how she was supporting herself and her son. Most men ran to flab around the middle by the age of thirty. Especially the ones who were married. All the home cooking, apparently.

The men in this room were no real exception, although most had the money to pay for private trainers to help them at least keep up the pretense of caring about their bodies and private chefs for the cooking. She knew how clothes could fix some girth issues.

She’d always prided herself on keeping her own shape as sexy and feminine as possible.

Her body had put food in her child’s mouth for that first year or so. Until she’d married a somewhat wealthy man. And she’d grown that wealth to what it was today.

Enough to buy her family’s way into the top of St. Louis society.

There were several handsome men—of all ages—woven throughout the crowd. But Davis Lucas definitely stood out. Men like him always would.

She’d have to handle him delicately to keep attention from coming her way. They were both in the public eye, and she’d have nothing tarnish her charitable works’ reputations. Nothing.

But that devil would be keeping his fingers out of her business from now on—she’d see to that.