Camila tilted her head slightly, catching the glint of the club's dim lights against the glass as it was set before her. The bartender pointed subtly towards the end of the bar where a tall, striking figure leaned with casual grace. "Courtesy of the gentleman over there," he said.

　　"Let me guess, Mr. Armani Model thinks he can get my attention with a free Cosmo?" Camila quipped, her lips curving into a half-s7mile. She lifted the drink, her eyes playfully challenging the ...