*22* Benedict Smith

The chatter around him slowed down the moment Benedict's eyes fell upon her. He didn't know she was going to be here in Oliver's fundraising event. He looked at Oliver who was already looking back at him, humour dancing in his eyes. That cheeky brat! What would he do, if it weren't for him?

Ridhima slowly turned to look at him, and the soft hum he was hearing simply just gone mute. She looked mesmerising in that black dress. Benedict could see her eyes widened as her eyes roamed around his body. He could bet that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. Her slow and lazy gaze lingered upon his face, while her cheeks warmed. How he wished if he had access to her thoughts.