Serena’s POV
I watched Daniel Hawthorne order his meal with the ease of a man who owned the world.
His voice, smooth and commanding, carried over the soft jazz, ordering a steak, with a side of truffle risotto and a glass of Bordeaux. I sat across from him, my red dress tight against my skin, my nerves frayed from the shock of seeing him.
My fingers gripped my purse, as I studied him - his sharp jawline, his dark eyes flicking to me between words to the waitress. He was infuriatingly calm, like he hadn’t just disturbed my night and asked me to his mistress.
A ripple of annoyance flows through me.
I've never seen a man this good-looking in my life. Tall,tan,strong jawline,with perfectly styled jet-black hair with a sleek suit.
I hate to admit but Daniel Hawthorne is worth the time
