World of Wonder & Dangerous Desires

Tall, dark, and indecently handsome, he looked like he owned the whole damned hotel, restaurant included. He bestowed smiles on every female he encountered. From grandma to teenager, server to customer, they looked ready to fall into those long arms swathed in the charcoal gray sleeves of a well-tailored suit. Despite the smile, he moved like a predator. Even from a distance, Steffi’s skin prickled beneath his power.
In a few long strides, he stood at her table. “Miss Anbruzzen?”

The flutters in her belly flipped like Olympic gymnasts. Close up, the man looked even better than he had at the bar. A wing of black hair swept over a broad forehead. His nose had taken a few punches, and thick werewolf brows brought out deep-set gray eyes. A generous mouth and a jaw like granite suggested an intriguing blend of soft and hard.

“Mister Montaigne? Or do you prefer Monsieur Montaigne?” According to Ellyn’s message, he was French Canadian.
His eyes opened wider. She’d caught him off-guard. Good.

“I prefer Sawyer.”

So he leaped to a first-name basis. Just like a Mentor. At least he had better credentials. “Steffi.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steffi.”

Huge hands but a comfortable grip. “You could have fooled me.” Withdrawing her hand, she indicated not the seat he stood by, but the one on the opposite side of the small table.

Without breaking eye contact, he slipped into the chair he’d chosen. “What makes you say that?”