His eyes caught hers as she spotted him and he felt something inside of him. There was something about her that made him want to make her his, it was something almost primal, it was like he needed to have her for him and only to be his. Ethan had never felt things like this before, there were flings and short-term things, but never had he been provoked to feel a need to posess someone like this. He had to make her his.
He turned back to his screen though he didn't do much more then look at it. It didn't take more than a minute for him to get up and approach her, his things were left at their spots, he didn't need things, what he needed was her. And as he got closer to her he felt the feelings getting stronger. He had heard her speak and guessed Greek was not her native language but it was still the language he spoke when he addressed her.
"Hi, I'm Ethan, and I would love to take you out to dinner," he said. It was bold, it was brash, but it was the type of thing Ethan Read did, drive sports cars, date movie stars, but things that are not for sale, ask beautiful women out to dinner. Alright, this last one was a first but it was right up his alley.
Isabella blinked at the man that had approached her. She could feel every step that he took toward her, and a strange sensation of eagerness come over her. She wanted to meet him, even if this was a bit off-track from the usual "plan." She closed the book she was reading and chuckled. "American, correct?" she said with her own British accent. "No one would be that direct at this time of day but an American." She paused momentarily. Why was her heart beating so fast? Excitement? What was coming over her? She didn't take more than 2 seconds of thinking to say, "Well, I am Lady Isabella, and I'm not quite sure about your proposal."
It was strange. She would rarely give most men the time of day. So why this man? He was so brash, so she was sure he wasn't a quality man... except for his appearance. That threw her off a bit. An American playboy? Perhaps. When she was in America, they were a lot like this. Not always as good-looking, though. Well, I do hate eating alone... so she was already giving thought to the dinner-- what was she thinking? This isn't like me. Who is this man? She couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity. She focused in on this man, looking him over and observing his every move. He had a motive, that was obvious. But what would hers be to accept?
Ethan smirked a little bit at her question before nodding. She was British, and that made her even more attractive to him, he had always found accents a turn on. At the same time he knew there was more to it then that. There was something that had pulled him toward this woman and something that was still pulling him towards her.
"American and very pleased to meet you Lady Isabella," he said now in English. He flashed her his best smile, it was the kind of smile that magazines back home had praised him for and that had made him one of the most eligible bachelors out there. "Just dinner, anyplace of your choosing," he said. "I'm here on business and having dinner alone gets old after a while. I promise the conversation won't be boring and you'll have fun."