Dario’s point of view.
The ride to the hotel was silent, but again, it wasn't awkward. Quite the contrary. It was comfortable, even if my mind went places—yeah... comfortable.
I quickly get ready and put on the black suit that he said I should wear, put my black Rolex on, do my hair, and go out to the lobby. I can't say I'm surprised when I see him already there, leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone, smiling and typing.
With whom-- never mind.
“Shall we?” I ask in a harsher voice than I wanted or expected, and he looks at me quickly as if he just got out of his bubble, and slowly, his lips curl into a smirk as he looks at me from head to toe as if I'm a big candy.
“Contract signed,” he says once our eyes lock again, and that unwelcome wave of heat that I’ve never experi
