Liana's POV
He brought Thai food.
Green curry.
I stared at the containers when he set them on the counter and felt something move through my chest.
"That's a lot of food." I said.
"Maybe." He simply said, already opening cupboards looking for plates like he'd been in my kitchen a hundred times. He hadn't. He just moved through spaces like he belonged in them, which was either very attractive or very annoying and I still hadn't decided which.
"That's my good plates cupboard," I said. "It's not everyday a billionaire comes over. Use the fancy ones. It's the Second shelf."
He switched without comment.
I watched him a second longer than necessary. Then I looked away.
We ate on the couch. It was unreasonable how His long legs took up most of my small living room space. He'd shrugged h
