As I sat across from Caden, clinking glasses in a restaurant that smelled faintly of rosemary and rich people problems, I had to admit it he was annoyingly easy to admire.
That relaxed jawline. That watch that could probably pay off a mortgage. That voice, smooth like coffee laced with secrets.
And unlike Damian, he actually asked me how I was doing without glaring first. "I have to say,” I said, tracing the rim of my glass with my finger, "you're quite the charmer."
Caden gave a small smile. "You say that like you were expecting me not to." "I wasn't sure. You give off 'tech billionaire who forgets to comb his hair' vibes."
He laughed. “And you give off ‘I stabbed my ex and would do it again’ energy.”
I grinned. “I get that a lot.”
He chuckled, his amber eyes locked on me like I was
