Luna opened the door immediately. “Living room.” He stepped back, letting me in.
I smelled her before I saw her.
Exotic spice mixed with ocean breeze, and I knew I was fucked. That kind of smell only came from someone with more money than I’d make in a hundred lifetimes—the kind of money that was generations deep. I may have grown up poor as hell, but this job had taught me there was all kinds of money.
This one was going to be classy.
I rounded the corner and almost froze in my tracks.
She wasn’t anything like the matriarch I was expecting. She was young.
And fucking stunning.
Covering my surprise, I smiled and, using my manners, held my hand out. “Damian Tyler, ma’am, but everyone calls me Tyler.”
Gorgeous, dark caramel-colored eyes looked at my hand then darted to my face, like she was as surprised to see me as I was her. Then her expression shut down, and her dark brown, almost black, hair shifted to cover half her face. Her hands clasped in front of her, resting regally against her white dress, she didn’t lift her slim, tanned arm to meet my gesture. She didn’t even move. She just stared at me.
Glancing at Luna, I dropped my hand.
Luna tipped his chin toward the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. “This is Sophia Paradis.”
Caught in her unwavering gaze again, I stared back. “Okay.”
Luna glanced at her. “Keep going?”
She inclined her chin once.
“More specifically,” Luna added. “This is Princess Calandra Sophia Paradis Spiros.”