A Dinner Meant for Two:
Celeste stepped into Damien’s penthouse, the scent of something rich, and decadent filled the air.
She had expected a catered meal, but instead, of finding a caterer or the cook, she found Damien himself standing in the open-concept kitchen, sleeves rolled up, with a glass of whiskey in one hand.
Celeste arched a brow. “You cook?”
Damien smirked, setting the glass down. “I do a lot of things, Celeste. Cooking happens to be one of them. One that helps me relax when I've had a hard day.”
Her gaze drifted to the dining table, set for two, a single candle flickering between the plates. The entire scene was so unexpectedly intimate.
“Have a seat,” he said smoothly. “I’ll bring everything out.”
Celeste hesitated. She had spent so much of her life in calculated soc
