Ambryan blinked out of his daze. His female companion was nowhere to be found. Other women surrounded him in the middle of the rink. He started to roll away, estimating where he last saw a pair of hazel eyes.
He squinted and formed a plan.
Eve giggled as she zipped around a friend group. Her dress easily stood out among the rest. The best way to lure a certain CEO was to hide it, only teasing a glimpse before it disappears. Her skirt clung to her thighs and knees. She kicked the ruffles and gained speed. Her arms pumped, almost like whenever she went running.
She created a route among the crowd, passing through narrow spaces. Her roller blades never stayed straight. They zigzagged at every chance.
Oh, how she loved it.
