Caroline could not help the redness that came to her cheeks when he made his entrance.  The tanned skin of her face grew darker while he made his powerful entrance.  There was a near palpable air of strength to the man, a power that radiated outward that even she felt a need to respect.  Around most men she would shrink away, wanting to go unnoticed.  Better that way since typically their words were not of praise or want, but of cruel barbs for the body she kept.  He meet her gaze, returned the challenge with a touch of interest.  Part of her even dared to believe he might have shown more interest in her despite the presence of the elegant woman next to her.  The gloves in her hand creaked when her fingers curled inward.<br/><br/>The boldness extended beyond simply an aura.  He had a persona that demanded attention and wanted to be challenged.  One hand moved to grasp her wrist and twist as she wondered over such a challenge.  The feel of a struggle, the knowledge that only one could emerge victorious and what prize would the victor demand.  Thoughts stirred inside her mind before the door slammed shut to leave her in the cold.  Suddenly her head shook from the turmoil and she gave a shy smile back toward Storm.<br/><br/>“I…umm..he..err…seems quite the hand full.”  She smiled again before making her way to follow the other woman.  “Is he part of erm, your team?”<br/>