Imprisoned By The Greek's Ring. CAITLIN CREWS

of the door—almost as if he was blocking it. It felt as if he was. He was dark and commanding and entirely too enigmatic, especially when all he did was swirl his drink around and let his black, fulminating gaze land on whomever he chose.

      As if he was taking mental notes, none of them flattering, and committing them to memory where he stood.