Meeting Potential Suitors

Mallory gripped her skirt under the table when an older man, no younger than her father walked into the private room, with his younger looking assistant in tow.

The woman had her hair ruffled and the first two buttons of her blouse ripped off, exposing the hickeys all over her skin.

He charged for the only table in the center of the room making Mallory straighten her shoulders. Upon arriving his eyes s carefully canned Mallory from top to bottom, and then contorted into a glare. "The Rosamunds are taking me too lightly, how dare they send such a frail little thing to be my wife?"

Mallory gulped, 'Has father lost his mind? He hooked me up with an old man? This must be a mistake.' she reached for her phone to call him, but Vance's words resounded in her head.

This wasn't some sort of mistake, her family wanted her married off, as soon as possible.

"Hey, you." He called out, as his secretary pulled him a seat.