During his unsuccessful search of the room, his gaze kept straying to a young woman alone at the bar with jet-black hair in a sexier dress than many of the other women were wearing. His wife had been a blonde, and he hadn’t been intrigued by another female since finding out about her betrayal, yet looking at this appealing woman alerted him to the fact that certain body parts still worked.

Good to know.

Didn’t make him interested, but he was glad he wasn’t dead inside. With a frown, he went back to his hunt for his weekend obligation. He’d sent a car to pick up Sienna Dare, knowing how awkward it would be for their first meeting to be alone in the back of a stretch limousine.

He checked his watch. It was a quarter after the hour, fifteen minutes since this affair had begun.

Where was she?

He was a stickler for promptness and this bordered on rude. He strode over to the bar and ordered a club soda, determined to keep his wits about him tonight. No sooner had he leaned forward on one elbow and ordered than he felt the woman’s gaze on his.

He turned and looked her in the eye. Her skin glowed even under the poor bar lighting, her brown eyes sparkling. The one thing missing tonight was name tags. Someone would have their ass handed to them later, he assumed. But for now he merely met her gaze and glanced away before giving the wrong signals, his body be damned. This wasn’t the right time or place.

“Excuse me,” she said, stepping closer.

Her soft, fragrant perfume went straight to his dick, and he curled his hand around the glass the bartender had handed him.

“I’m looking for someone and you sort of look like him,” she said.

He doubted this was a lame pickup attempt, here of all places, so he trusted the question was genuine. “Just who do I look like?” he asked, now curious.

“My escort for the weekend. Ethan Knight of Knight Time Technology? I did some Googling and the photos had his hair much shorter than yours but you do look similar.” She glanced up at him with an inquiring gaze.

He blinked in shock. “You’re Sienna–”

“Sienna Dare,” she said with an engaging smile, the red lipstick enhancing her natural beauty. “I had a feeling I was right! You’re Ethan Knight?” Her light laughter sprinkled above the din of heavy voices surrounding them.

“I did my research, too, and you had blonde hair in your photos online,” he mused, taking in the differences now. The black hair suited her. She’d been a beautiful blonde, but she was a striking brunette.

“Surprise!” she said with an easy shrug. “I tend to grow bored and make changes.” Her astute stare swept over him, focusing on his face. “So do you. Your hair is much longer than the one on the KTT website.”

He admired the fact that she was diligent, looking into who she’d be meeting ahead of time, and he extended his hand.