The thing about Marcel was that he never forgot a face. Now that he had met Charlotte she would always be in the back of his mind. He had no idea what he play here was in Los Angeles, but damn if ever found out? The infamous Gossip Girl. The one who was so into causing drama. Marcel would have had some fun with that.
Would he have ratted her out? Or blackmailed her into working for him? The possibilities really were endless. But alas he didn't know, which meant he would have to do a little more digging to get to know the pretty blonde.
Oh, if she only knew how dangerous Marcel really was. He played his role perfectly. Always kept a smile on his face. Always watching to stay a step ahead of the game. That was how you survived situations like this. You never let yourself get behind. And if you somehow found yourself in that predicament? You changed the game to make it play for you.
Which was why he was here tonight. No, he wasn't behind. Just trying to stay ahead. And right now he wanted to see what Miss. Cece had to offer.
Marcel took her hand into his own and let his fingers brush against hers as he looked her over slowly. "Marcel Gerard." It was said as if that name alone explained everything she needed to know about him. That confidence radiating off of him in waves. "So, what's a beautiful girl like you doing out here alone?"