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

thigh. “Planning to get

he’s chosen is all string lights and

The kind of place that practically

Damien by name and leads us to a corner

others. Flickering candles, trailing

for the right word as he pulls

“Romantic?”

going to

obvious.”

and warm. “I’m

thing I like

“Do you?”

he’s looking at me across the

and expensive that I definitely don’t deserve after the day I’ve had. The alcohol helps

says, swirling his wine. “Tell me about your

getting locked in a closet by

locked you in a

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wave a dismissive hand. “Storage room.

almost

an hour. Long enough to watch you two have what looked like

“You were watching?”

sip of wine.

dangerous in his expression now. “Are you jealous,

it sounds forced even to my

if you are, I could

because I’m having an insecurity

she’s

in his voice makes heat pool low

about it, just

arrives-some fancy pasta thing for me, steak

he’s planning to devour me

staring,” I point

patient man. I can wait until we get home to show you exactly how much there

to appreciate.”

clench involuntarily. “You’re

“You love it.”

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

whisper. Love the way he makes me feel like the most

at the

me home,”

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“We haven’t finished eating.”

care about the

shifts in his expression. Heat flares in those silver

me home,

without breaking eye contact.

how to

kind of tension now.

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