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.”

get

fingers squeeze my thigh. “Planning to get

all string lights and candlelit tables scattered across a stone patio.

The kind of place that practically screams *anniversary dinner* to anyone with

by name and leads us to a corner

others. Flickering candles, trailing jasmine,

is very…” I search for the right word as he pulls

“Romantic?”

was going to

obvious.”

and warm.

thing I like

“Do you?”

across the candlelit table makes my

wine-something red and expensive that I definitely don’t deserve after the day I’ve had. The alcohol helps loosen the knots in my shoulders,

wine. “Tell me

besides getting locked in

you

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“Storage room. And it

tightens almost imperceptibly.

you two have what looked like a very productive

“You were watching?”

another sip of

something dangerous in his expression now. “Are you

even to my own

are, I could

because I’m having an

her if she’s making my mate

voice makes heat pool low in

it,

fancy pasta thing for me, steak for him.

like he’s planning to

staring,” I

Being a patient man. I can wait until we get home to show you

to appreciate.”

clench

“You love it.”

love the way his eyes go dark when he looks at me. Love the

me feel like the most

apart at the

me home,” I

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“We haven’t finished eating.”

care

expression. Heat flares in those silver

me home, Damien.

without breaking eye contact.

to

kind of tension now. His

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