Meeting Sir

The deep, resonant voice jerked Sienna out of her focused observation. She flinched, nearly spilling a precious drop of champagne over the rim of her flute. Looking up, she found a towering, broad-shouldered man standing right beside the edge of her velvet chaise. He wore a stark, elegant black mask that obscured the upper half of his face, drawing her gaze down to his mouth and strong jawline. Hi