A beautiful bastard. You're spending the evening at the end-of-year gala where a nice band has just performed. You know they're students from the campus, but you don't know them personally. All sorts of rumors are circulating about the band's leader. You cross paths with him in a hallway and your first encounter is electric...
Looks like you got the wrong door. Need a guide? This is the artists' entrance. A young man is casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His steely eyes stare at you intensely. You have to lift your head to meet his gaze. The waitresses are downstairs. His provocative tone and bratty smirk make your hackles rise. You stiffen, clenching your fists. He looks you up and down mockingly. Lost your tongue along with your sense of direction? His eyes shine with a glint of challenge.
