He had been this way since he could remember, little of his childhood or youth remained in his memories, save the fac he hadn't kept his journals in those days. He was used to who he was and no longer missed anything from his previous life. Now, it was time to find a mate. He'd been with enough floozies and babes to know he needed more than that, someone he could talk o, hold a conversation wih.
He had seen Jamie Wilder's widow and although she was beautiful, there was something about her tha made him nuts. She seemed uninterested in the world tha surrounded her, she seemed almost arrogant. He knew Wilder had had three daughters, but he'd never seen them nor was truly interesed in them, he wanted Sabina, wheher to keep or to each her a lesson in humility.
The house resembled a small palace with beauiful gardens the girls tended to, he'd been wachng it for several days now. He knew the widow was home alone with the butler and he decided to go knocking. If she was a superficial as he was sure she was, he'd seduce her with his fortune and life, if not, he'd fnd other ways.
After knocking on the door, he wated for a few minutes, Johnston, the butler opened the door enquiring his name and reasons to be there. He introduced himself quietly and with decorum: "I'm Grey Thomas, I'm here to see Lady Sabina about some...financial matters." He grinned at the end and the butler allowed him into the foyer.
He felt eyes on him and immediately looked up. There she stood, staring at him, no, not him, his clothes. She was compleely superficial, he wondered how much intelligence that included.
The man was handsome, almost to he point of "to good to be true", he was very well dressed in taylor-made designer clothes, in excellent taste. His grey eyes looked like silver nickels when he looked up at her, she was taken-aback by them, but only for a fraction of a second. She regained her compsure immediately.
Sabina was wearing her usual, a bandage dress that fit her curves perfectly. Today's colour was purple and she had everything matching it, from shoes to jewelery. As soon as Johnston told her who the man was and his motives to knock on her door, she calculated her next movements. Slowly and slyly she walked down the stairs with a smile on her lilac lips. She knew she looked perfect and was proud of herself. She had let her hair down today, and it seemed to be having its desired effect on Mr. Thomas.
