125 Chapter 125

Seraphina’s POV 1

My phone buzzes against my palm, Damien’s name flashing on the screen. Emma glances over with those perfectly arched eyebrows, and I swipe to answer before she can make some snide comment.

“Hi.”

“I’m downstairs. Where are you?”

“Coming down now.”

The line goes dead, and something hot coils in my belly. Emma is still watching me with that curious

expression.

“Have a lovely evening,” she says with sweetness.

I grab my purse and walk past her without a word. Let her figure out what that was about.

The elevator ride feels endless. My reflection in the steel doors shows exactly what I expected-messy hair,

wrinkled clothes, exhaustion written across every feature.

Damien’s SUV is idling near the garage entrance, engine purring. He gets out when he sees me, and the sight

of him makes my breath catch. Gone is the business suit from earlier. Now he’s wearing dark jeans that hug

his thighs and a gray sweater that does incredible things for his shoulders.

His eyes rake over me as I approach, and there’s heat in that silver-blue gaze that makes me very aware of

every inch of skin under my clothes.

“You look like heaven,” he says when I reach him.

“Charming.” But I’m fighting a smile. “Is that how you talk to all your dates?”

“Just the ones I’m planning to take to bed later.”

My cheeks flush hot. “Presumptuous much?”

He opens the car door for me, leaning close enough that I can smell his cologne. “Am I wrong?”

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I don’t answer, but the way my breath hitches tells him everything he needs to know.

The drive is torture. His hand rests on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy patterns through the fabric of my slacks.

Every casual touch sends parks through my nervous system, reminding me exactly how long it’s been since we’ve done anything more intimate than quick kisses.

“Where are we going?” I ask when we turn onto an unfamiliar road.

“Somewhere with good wine and dim lighting.”

to get me

squeeze my thigh. “Planning to get you

he’s chosen is all string lights and candlelit tables scattered across a

that practically screams *anniversary dinner* to

hostess greets Damien by name and leads us to a corner table that’s somehow

candles, trailing jasmine,

I search for the right word

“Romantic?”

was going to

obvious.”

and warm. “I’m not trying to

thing I like

“Do you?”

he’s looking at me across the candlelit table makes my

I definitely don’t deserve after the day I’ve had. The alcohol helps loosen the knots in my shoulders, makes

swirling his wine. “Tell me

getting locked in

you in a

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dismissive hand. “Storage room. And it was an accident.

tightens almost

to watch you two have what

“You were watching?”

of wine. “You

something dangerous in his expression now. “Are you

it sounds forced even to my own cars. “Maybe a little

you are, I

will not fire her because I’m having an

if she’s making my mate

in his voice makes heat pool low in

about it, just

arrives-some fancy pasta thing for me, steak

at me like he’s planning to devour me

I point

wait until we get home

to appreciate.”

thighs clench

“You love it.”

go dark when he looks at me. Love the way his voice drops

he makes me feel like the most

apart at

home,” I

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“We haven’t finished eating.”

care

Heat flares in those silver eyes. “You

me home,

check without breaking eye contact. Pays quickly, efficiently, while I sit there trying

how to

different kind of tension now. His hand

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