Blanche's POV
Vincent's loaded explanation, paired with that devil-may-care smirk, sent everyone's minds racing down the gutter.
The woman always at his side? She's probably warming his bed, someone was clearly thinking.
Vincent's playboy reputation was common knowledge, and knowing glances flew around the room.
Whatever the crowd around Vincent said next had everyone cracking up. I shot Vincent a quick look before turning away.
Thank God I hadn't fallen for any of his smooth talk. Watching him parade around with another woman would've stung like hell right now.
The little boy in my arms noticed I'd zoned out and gave my sleeve a gentle tug. "Miss?"
I snapped back to reality and flashed him a genuine smile. "Sure thing."
I scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper and slipped it to him.
The boy grabbed the note, tucked it safely in his pocket, and beamed. "Thanks, Miss."
A rich, smooth voice cut through the noise behind us. "Dorian, over here."
