How bad was it that<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi2-prod.walesonline.co.uk%2Fincoming%2Farticle3863718.ece%2FALTERNATES%2Fs1200c%2FLuke-Evans.jpg&amp;hash=d729ab9fa34cef49ee3ebc97a597d82f" href="https://i2-prod.walesonline.co.uk/incoming/article3863718.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200c/Luke-Evans.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nathan Stark</a>was bored at his own party?  Six foot tall and muscular, women tended to describe him as "tall, dark and dangerous". That's because of a devilish streak that ran through him and scared some women away.  But not this crowd.  This group was too "respectable" to know about his reputation.<br/><br/>He had nothing in common with the people surrounding him, except wealth.  However, he made his fortune the hard way, by building a construction company from scratch.  The people around him were old money.  Which meant that they'd inherited their fortunes from their pas and grandpas.  None of them had probably worked a day in their lives.  And as old money, they looked down their noses at him.  At least until they needed to build a new mansion or renovate the mansion they already had.  At which point, he was the man they came to.<br/><br/>This party was to showcase his own brand new estate to show what he could do for them.  As people with more money than sense, they could see the gauntlet had been thrown down in a game of keeping up with the Jones's.  Or in this case, the Starks.  And everyone of these people would eventually want him to build them an even bigger palace.  Their egos would require it.<br/><br/>As Nathan was explaining some of modern features of his mansion, his smartphone started to buzz.  It was set up to give different sounds for different situations.  In this instance, it was alerting him to an intruder in his study.  He keyed in the cameras in the study to see what they were seeing.  And saw a female swinging the painting away from his safe.<br/><br/>"If you'll excuse me, there's a matter I need to attend to," he told the people around him, as he headed down the hall, towards his study.  Along the way, he signaled a couple of security guards to follow him.  He reached the door to the study, just as the lights went out.  Opening the door into darkness, he heard a tremulous female voice say "Hello".  Then the lights came back on.<br/><br/>Nathan leaned against the doorway, an amused look on his face.  The intruder was a blonde beauty with a voluptuous figure.  A figure barely contained by a diaphanous white silk dress that revealed more than it hid.  How had he failed to see her at the party?<br/><br/>"Is everything okay the lights just went out so suddenly," the vision in white stated, trying to act clueless.  But Nathan wasn't buying her act.<br/><br/>"This part of the mansion is off limits to guests, my dear," he replied.  He closed the door behind him, leaving the guards outside.  "So how did you come to be here in my study?"  He approached her, barely hiding the lust in his eyes.  Gazing appreciatively at her body from the front, he then circled around for a view from the back.