Chapter 18

Lisa motioned to the nearby waiter. The waiter dashed over to her table and poured her a another glass of wine.

Lisa thanked the waiter, "Thank you."

The waiter locked his gaze on Lisa before responding with his shit-eating grin. "Anytime."

Ricardo coughed loudly to draw the waiter's attention. And when his eyes met Ricardo's icy blue eyes, the waiter's smile faded and he nearly dropped the tray in his hands. But, fortunately for him, he was able to control himsy and quickly scrambled away.

Lisa took a sip of her drink and turned to face Ricardo, who was oblivious to her presence. She swallowed her saliva as she studied his sharp jaw-line, very pointed nose, and lip as pink as a garden rose, because the man was nothing short of a man-god who didn't even realize how perfect he was.

"Now, let's welcome..." the man on the podium said, "MR. Desmond Kincaid!"

As Mr. Desmond Kincaid walked to the podium, waving his hand, everyone rose to their feet, including