A white room card fell from her hand and hit the floor.

Smiling, Lynch picked it up and ran after her.

“Excuse me, miss, you dropped something."

Ariana twirled around and her eyes met his again. They held eye contact for a long moment. She didn't reach for the card.

Lynch was spellbound. Over all his years of working in the entertainment industry, seeing beautiful faces day in and day out, he had never seen eyes as striking as hers.

Now he grew curious to get to know about the owner of those eyes.

He swallowed hard.

"Miss, is this your room card?" he asked, after she gave him no response.

Ariana chuckled.

“Thank you, Mr. Bush."

His eyebrows raised, he asked, "You know who I am?" He was unable to contain his joy.

Ariana nodded.

"Of course. I'm a fan of yours."

He couldn't help but feel some satisfaction. He should've known. ALL women were superficial and they deserved to be treated Like playthings.

He would be lying if he said he didn't think this woman was beautiful. He felt himself being seduced by her.

Lynch forced these thoughts to the back of his mind.

“We've only just met but I can tell you are the most dazzling woman tonight. You are certainly doing justice to that dress."

There was a hint of levity in his words. He scanned his eyes over her body, not bothering to hide his wondering gaze.

Ariana put her hand to her mouth.

“Your praise means a lot to me. I'm so happy to hear you say that."