Avriel Kaplan: Well dressed, well groomed, beautifully handsome, quiet and brooding and exactly the kind of man Ariel Declan doesn't need to know. But, that is not for her to decide.
Alexander Kirk: wickedly handsome, well known and well liked, egot...
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"Esther!"
"Scott!" She exclaimed happily and just as loudly. He opened his arms, welcomed her into them, and closed them around her his hands landing on the naked small of her back then sliding around her smooth waist and inside the sides of her jumpsuit. She breathed into his neck and he smiled happily.
"What is that in your hand?" He quipped when he finally let her go and stepped back from her enough to see her drink.
"Ari called it a Blue Lagoon," she let her eyes shift away and back to him again while her perfect white teeth made a grand appearance over her bottom lip and her eyes bore into his. It was like fire looking at ice, brown against blue. Where she was dark he was light. His blond hair was so perfectly styled, his eyes the brightest of blues all set in a perfectly chiseled face that hosted just the right amount of scruff. He was so much of a blond that finding his eyebrows was often a challenge though they were plainly there. He was over six feet tall broad shouldered and trim with nicely shaped arms. He wore white in a way that no one had business wearing it. Girls literally flocked to his side, he could have his choice of any one, two or even three of them if he turned on the charm. Not that it would take much.
People were watching them, they could not help themselves. She put the glass up to his lips. He let his tongue caress the rim, tasting the sugar and the salt with its tip before he took the edge of that glass between his lips and sipped the cool liquid as she tipped the glass up for him. His eyes never left hers. They made just the scene that they desired to make. Nearly every head on the balcony turned to watch.
