The boy stepped boldly into their path with the kind of confident, smug smile that only came from a life unchallenged.
His crisp golf attire, carefully tousled hair, and his lazy swagger all screamed entitlement.
Without even glancing at James and deliberately treating him like air, the boy's full attention locked onto Leslie.
"Hey, beautiful," he said smoothly, flashing a practiced grin. "Haven't seen you around before. You new to the club? You got a name?"
Leslie stiffened immediately, caught off guard by the boldness. She opened her mouth to answer, but hesitated.
Patty stepped slightly forward, instinctively protective but still holding onto the thin thread of polite decorum.
James said nothing. He simply stood there, with a sharp, ice cold gaze and a relaxed posture.
Underneath his skin, a slow, dangerous calm was building — the kind that only needed one spark to ignite into something devastating.
But he restrained himself as he wanted to see how far this fool would go.
