Leo remained at the back of those gathered around the dance floor, his eyes remained on his target. Scarlett pushed the guy off, stroked his cheek, and spoke to him in that soft, sexy voice of hers. It only irritated Leo more that she was like a seductress of death.
The man left as one of her guards handed her a handkerchief. She wiped her neck and gave it back before ordering him to get her a drink directly from the source in the kitchen.
"But mistress, you will be alone," the guard urged.
Scarlett stared at him, weary. "Do I look alone?"
"Unguarded," the guard adjusted.
Scarlett's eyebrow arched up.
"As you wish," he bowed.
Leo smirked. This was the perfect opportunity. Whatever happened to him afterwards didn't matter.
That was the whole point.
This was the perfect occasion.