Aria POV
I could feel him watching me.
Even across a crowded restaurant filled with conversations and clinking glasses, I felt Lucien Devereux’s gaze like warmth against my skin.
It was distracting.
Dangerously distracting.
“Aria, focus,” I muttered quietly to myself while arranging desserts onto a tray.
Mia leaned beside me with a teasing grin. “The billionaire heir is definitely interested.”
I nearly dropped the plate in my hands.
“He’s not.”
“Oh, please. Men like that don’t stare at women unless they want something.”
I ignored her, though my heartbeat betrayed me completely.
Throughout the evening, I avoided looking directly at table twelve unless necessary. Every time I approached, Lucien’s attention shifted toward me immediately.
Not the others.
Me.
And somehow that made
