09-22-2026, 12:33 AM
It was the crimson dress that first snagged Guillaume's attention, clinging to her curves like a second skin. As she glided closer, his dark, penetrating gaze traced her lines with slow, undisguised appreciation. When she dipped into a formal bow, her low-cut neckline offering a deliberate, breathtaking view, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. Most women instinctively shrank away from that kind of direct evaluation; Grace leaned into it, treating her own allure as currency. It was a game he knew how to play in his sleep.
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes sparkling with a familiar, high-stakes mischief. “Grace,” he murmured, testing her name on his tongue as if it were something sweet and intoxicating. He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them with a warmth that made the air feel suddenly thin. His voice was smooth as a deep wine, carrying the rich, accented cadence of a man born to luxury and seduction.
“If your recommendation is half as stunning as your presentation, Grace, I am entirely at your mercy,” he replied, his gaze flickering briefly to the plunging neckline before rising to lock onto her eyes. He lifted a hand, signaling the server with a practiced flick of his fingers to ensure her wish was granted instantly.
Then he gestured that she could join him. “Sit with me,” he urged, his tone dropping an octave, rich with the easy charm of a man who rarely heard the word no. “Let’s taste your Hakushu and if I like it, I’ll surrender my name,” he promised.
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes sparkling with a familiar, high-stakes mischief. “Grace,” he murmured, testing her name on his tongue as if it were something sweet and intoxicating. He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them with a warmth that made the air feel suddenly thin. His voice was smooth as a deep wine, carrying the rich, accented cadence of a man born to luxury and seduction.
“If your recommendation is half as stunning as your presentation, Grace, I am entirely at your mercy,” he replied, his gaze flickering briefly to the plunging neckline before rising to lock onto her eyes. He lifted a hand, signaling the server with a practiced flick of his fingers to ensure her wish was granted instantly.
Then he gestured that she could join him. “Sit with me,” he urged, his tone dropping an octave, rich with the easy charm of a man who rarely heard the word no. “Let’s taste your Hakushu and if I like it, I’ll surrender my name,” he promised.