Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Eight
Surprised by the aggressive tone in her friend’s voice, Tess said, “Yes. He’s a business associate of my father's.”
“He looks more like a don in the Mafia to me.” David replied.
“Well, he is not,” she teased, “he’s a tycoon, not a loan shark.”
“Is there a difference?” David asked.
She didn’t get a chance to reply because Dash had started walking toward them the moment David stopped and he arrived at her side just as David finished speaking.
Regardless of her wish to never see the man again, her eyes hungrily took in every detail of his face, the strong squarish jaw, the enigmatic expression in his dark brown eyes and the straight line of his sensual lips.
“I have come to take you to dinner,” he said without preamble or indeed even the semblance of having asked a question.
“But how in the world did you come to be here?” Tess asked. Bewilderment at seeing him in such a setting temporarily eclipsed her anger toward him.