Maya's POV

Without warning, the man, whom I had never seen before, crossed over to where I was standing.

"I have been watching you for a while now," he uttered with that deep smooth voice that glides against the ear and stays.

I stared at him slowly from top to bottom.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Curly brown hair. A strong jaw. A clean white tee that clung to his toned frame, and jeans that sat just right. Attractive didn't even begin to cover it.

"And who are you?" I asked, raising a ...