While Arianna had been thinking of a way to escape here, her mind for once never gravitated towards Marcel. Hence it came as a big shock to her when he waltzed into the place like he owned it; her eyes almost bulged out of its socket.
"Whooee-uueet," Chelsea whistled low in her throat, the love gears in her head switching on.
Chelsea was not the only one taken by Marcel because Rose, who was sent to shut the door, was frozen at the spot and had her mouth open. Ashley was eyefucking him and for some strange reasons, the thought didn't sit right with Arianna. She was certainly not jealous, trust her. Merely uncomfortable.
As much as she loathed him, Arianna had to admit that Marcel was god damn attractive. His blonde hair was parted at the side, sweeping over the neat pompadour, and looking classy. Marcel wore an Ascari brown three-piece suit that was tailored to his fitting, a crisp white shirt inside with no tie in place. Now, who does that?
