SELENE
The elevator doors had barely closed on that pretty little thing before the silence in the penthouse became deafening. I watched Rafael for a long moment as he stood there, still in his black biker leathers, looking every bit the dangerous god I had fallen in love with years ago. My heart clenched painfully. I had imagined this reunion a thousand times during those long, brutal years in Italy; running into his arms, him crushing me against his chest, kissing me like the world was ending.
Instead, he looked… inconvenienced.
“Shall we?” he said flatly, gesturing towards the lounge like I was just another business associate.
I forced a sultry smile and followed him, my red heels clicking against the marble floor. The familiar scent of his penthouse; leather, wood, and that dark, ma
