Stay Away.

When dinner is announced, I willingly follow Tobias into the dining room and absentmindedly move my food from one side of the plate to the other.

I drink a few more glasses of wine that are being served along with the meal, and I listen as Tobias speaks with our fellow table mates.

Although, I’m not paying any attention to what he is saying, only to the cadence and the seductively deep, rich tone of his voice.

He does not attempt to draw me into the conversation, and for that, I am grateful.

In all honesty, I doubt that I could muster up the politeness that seems to have left my body in a heartbeat. I don’t become fully engaged until he suddenly stands to a round of applause and takes the stage.

Turning in my seat with my brows drawn together, I watch him cross to the podium, unable to help to admire his animalistic grace and good looks that dominate the room.

It’s as if every step he takes, demands a sense of commanding attention and respect, which is a feat, considering the