As soon as his meeting with the chef was done, Rhys hurried to his room. He only had a couple of hours and was eager to spend them with his mate.
When he opened the door, she was there, sitting in a cloud of soft white and pink flowers. Her hair, which she usually kept up in a bun or ponytail, was softly curled and spilling over her shoulders.
Livia looked up from her phone and saw him standing in the doorway. Even in an everyday suit, the sight of him made her heart skip a beat. She gave him her brightest smile.
“You’re… you’re so perfect.” Rhys sighed, tossing his phone and papers on a table and settling next to her on the sofa.
“Your mom told me about Georgia and her pheromones. I'm glad she’s the one meeting with her and not you. How are you doing, though?” She kissed his cheek
