Chapter 21: Innocent
Beatrix slowly lifted her eyes, her gaze moving from his shiny polished shoes, up to his elbow, across to his abdomen before stopping on his chest. He was wearing a suit, she noticed, taking a deep breath she finally looked at his face.
Her gaze clashed with the most vivid amber eyes she had ever seen. Immediately, her throat ran dry and her heart started to beat faster.
The man before her looked nothing like she had been expecting. He wasn’t an old bald man with a pouted belly or anything. The first thought that popped into her mind was that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Standing well over six feet, almost six foot four or so, he had broad shoulders and strong arms, flexing with muscles under the suit he wore.
His long, powerful legs were clad in suit pants that he paired up with simple brown leather shoes.
He had jet black hair and a face which looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. Every inch of him was flawless.
He was dangerous, alright. Even his beauty screamed sinister.
His face was blank as his eyes narrowed at her, before it broke into a full, rakish grin. An unfamiliar tingle rode up her spine.
"It’s okay." Her father was the first to speak, breaking the silence.
He nodded and walked further in the room, dominance and intimidation in his every step.
Her father and brothers stood up as everyone greeted him.