Chapter 11. Flirting

She was standing talking to one of her former art instructors from college when her eyes yet again drifted across the room towards Isaias. He was a very good-looking man and the easy, laid-back demeanor he possessed charmed the room expertly. He was easily six feet and three or four inches tall with thick black hair, eyes dark as coal and teeth white as pearls.

His teeth were crooked. She’d noticed it right away when she had interrupted him at the restaurant. His bottom teeth were not perfect, and his top teeth were gapped just a bit too much. The man had never had braces, it was certain. Yet, it added to his charm.

He was debonair and suave as he flirted with the older ladies who had come in fashionably late to an art show and more than once boldly refuted the advances of the younger ones. His complexion was a golden hue she would describe as ochre. He was strong and muscular, and he walked with the lithe grace of a lion or a panther. She wondered what it would be lik