Chapter 304 A Good Match
- The first thing Kate noticed about Dorian Krast was the smell: cologne laid thick over stale sweat and last night's whiskey.
- He was in his forties, balding, with a belly straining a purple shirt, and his pink-rimmed eyes travelled the length of her body twice before he'd crossed the carpet.
- "Well," Krast said. "They told me she was fit. They didn't say she was fit like that."