Emilia’s POV
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Nivaan walk in through the glass door. Drawing in a deep breath, I let his scent wash over me. I had never realized it before but his smell was alluring. My wolf swooned at the thought of being with this handsome man.
Nivaan was dressed in a crumpled shirt and trousers as usual but my way of looking at him had changed. I could see the sturdy muscles under that fabric. My face flushed as she imagined herself wrapped around his torso.
A small smile crept on my lips. He was soon going to be mine. I had reserved the entire café for the day and the security guard would ensure that no one else came inside.
I tried my best to behave sweetly as I led him to the table. He asked me about rejection the moment he sat down. Why was he so eag
