The door of the limo came open from the outside. I stepped out, the grand entrance of the auction house loomed before me, its towering doors flanked by uniformed attendants.
“You look beautiful,” Roman said, receiving my right hand and placing a soft kiss on it. “I’m glad you could make it.”
His voice warm and smooth, like a glass of aged whiskey. He leaned in to brush a kiss against my cheek, the gesture leaving a certain tenderness in the middle of my legs.
He was dressed flawlessly in a tailored black tuxedo, his hair in a slick bun that made his sharp jawline stand out. When our eyes met, he offered a small, reassuring smile that made the tension in my shoulders ease just a fraction.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, though the flutter in my stomach suggested otherwise.
