Eliza stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she sized up Silas Vinter.
His dark eyes were gleaming with a dangerous mixture of arrogance and intrigue. His presence seemed to darken the already dim parking lot, casting a shadow over Eliza's sense of security.
"I've been wanting to have a word with you all evening," Silas continued, taking a step closer. His voice was a low purr, each word dripping with a sinister kind of elegance. "You were quite the distraction during the meeting. I couldn't take my eyes off you."
Eliza crossed her arms, her expression cold. "I'm not interested, Mr. Vinter," she said sharply, trying to keep her composure.
She could feel the intensity of his gaze, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Silas chuckled softly, unfazed by her rebuff. "So direct," he mused. "I like that. But I'm not so easily dissuaded." He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a sleek, black card, handing it to her with a flourish.
