Michael Greenwood leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.
He fixed his gaze on the woman's fair and delicate little face, her complex expression filling him with curiosity, so much that he couldn't look away.
Truth be told, though Emma Benson, his sister, was beautiful, she was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and with her delicate, petite figure, she was neither hot nor voluptuous, let alone sexy.
Yet oddly enough, from the moment he saw her in the men's restroom, he felt very comfortable.
He wasn't particularly interested in women, and many stunning beauties tried to get to know him—women of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
But not one had caught his eye, and after seeing so many, he actually grew tired of them.
Some bold women even sneaked into his hotel room, stripping naked to tempt him—Michael remained unmoved.
Not just strangers, but even he himself began to wonder if he wasn't interested in women!?
