Rich Girl in an Art Gallery [MF] [WIP] [Male POV]

First, I am on mobile so sorry for formatting. This is a work in progress, so I am looking for constructive feedback, if you like my writing style, and would you read more? Thanks!

In a moment, her soft hand slides up the side of your neck. Her thumb holding your cheek while her fingers wrap around the back of your head. She pulls you into attention and locks her forest green pupils with yours just long enough for an adventurous smile and the words “Follow Me.”

The woman, who is the same height as you takes a step back and eyes the party, a bustling symphony of attendees chatting across the small bookstore. With some attendees eating in the booths sprinkled across the rows of shelves. Her white sundress neatly pressed over the contours of her body cuts off before the shoulders and rests beneath white fabric straps. The other women of the party are dawning numerous expressions of similar dressy casual attire, while the men appear eager to blend into a sea of grey suits. She moves her head around the room, scouting to see if anyone notices the pair of you. For a moment, her profile eclipses one of the moody ceiling fixtures and illuminates a silver lining down her eyes, dimpled nose, and parched lips.