Chapter One Hundred Seventy One

Eve cast her gaze to the entrance. She saw a man by the door lifting a phone to his face. Could he be her mystery man? She wondered and lowered the phone to her chest.

Meanwhile, the man also lowered the phone to his chest and kept roving his eyes around the area.

"Pick the damn call!" Eve muttered under her breath and began taking strides toward the glass door.

The man finally picked up the call and when he turned around, she froze.

He placed his perfect set of dentition on display by flashing a bright smile. "You must be Eve?"

She nodded repeatedly.

He began taking steps toward her, maintaining the illuminating smile. He was devilishly handsome and was dressed in a gas-blue suit. Eve looked into his forest green eyes and darted her gaze to his expensive shoes. Olivia was right. The man was damn classy.

When he got to Eve, he extended his right hand and ran his left hand through his blonde hair. "I'm Darcy."

She remained rooted to her spot. She wondered whether she should smile, spea