All work and no play, wasn't that the saying? Her gaze wandered over his shoulders, down his arms then back to his chest before skating down his toned stomach once more. And those eyes... while swimming in the ocean was definitely out, Chloe was sure she could spend the afternoon lost in the intense blue depths of his eyes. Not that she was honestly expecting any real 'play' to come of the encounter but it was certainly enjoyable to pretend it could and would while flirting with an incredibly handsome man.
The business half of her brain surged to life; causing her to sit up a bit straighter with shoulders squared when his occupation registered past the haze of fantasy. "You write reviews?" Victor... Chloe searched her memory for critiques of her company's holdings by anyone of that name. There were a few by various writers, and she wondered briefly if any of them had come from him. "Any extravagant spas, hotels or restuarants out worth buying? That's why I'm here - expanding Chloe's Kitchen, Inc. I'm the founder and CEO," the little blonde added with a proud grin. So many men had mistaken here for a brainless figurehead of a 'cute' company at first but Chloe had proven them wrong in a hurry as her business flourished on the West Coast.