She wondered what Tony would think if he knew what she was up to. Would he have her bang to rights on grounds of adultery, even if the men in question were gay? Leonid Szabo was small, slight, very camp in his gestures, and with his frilly shirt and long waistcoat he looked like Adam Ant in his highwayman days. In stark contrast, Vladimir Darq was looking very alpha male in slim-cut black trousers and the whitest shirt Anna had ever seen. She hadn’t realized what a big man he was. Not ridiculously tall, not in the least fat either, but wide-shouldered, large-chested and solid. He wouldn’t even have wobbled in a hurricane, that’s for sure. He wasn’t exactly classically handsome close up, with his pale skin, square jaw and thin, precise line of beard on it, but there was something very ‘man’ about him. Ironically so, given his sexual proclivity. His eyes were his second most striking feature: ice-blue with tiger flecks of gold in the iris.
