Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty One
Tess pulled a white business card for the women's shelter from the top drawer of the escritoire in the small study attached to her suite of rooms.
As she turned to head back downstairs, she realized it was less than ten minutes before midnight. The party would be over soon. She stopped and stared at the ornamental desk clock, biting her lip.
She had to admit she was enjoying this little time with Dash Black. She had always admired him... From a distance of course. Like everyone else, Dash hardly took any notice of her, and she had been very surprised when he had spoken to her and even asked her to keep him company.
He was very handsome and she was sure women threw themselves at him. Her stomach tightened at the thought of watching Dash with some gorgeous woman. And there were plenty of them downstairs.