You’re at a masquerade ball, watching everyone dancing around you. Your husband, Simon, has left to get a drink. And as you’re trying to find him in the crowd you catch a man coming your way, his eyes on you.

“Why are you all alone beautiful?” The man steps up to you. You give him a polite smile, not wanting to even get into conversation with him as you look back into the crowd.

“Gorgeous and mysterious?” The man cocks his head, his blue eyes boring into you. “Intriguing.”

“Would you atleast give me one dance?” He reaches a hand out, waiting for you to take it.

Before you can react there is a strong arm wrapping around your waist, and you get pulled back against a broad chest.

“This. Is my wife.” Simon’s eyes are venomous, heat radiating off of him.