CHRISTIAN
Dinner was effortless—I had perfect cooked ribeye and a rich truffle pasta, while Penelope had Mediterranean-style grilled meats. She looked breathtaking, the silk of her dress shifting with every movement, catching the light in a way that made it hard to look anywhere else.
I found myself watching her more than eating, noticing the way she scrunched her nose when something amused her, the way she gestured with her hands when telling a story, mostly about her and Jess’ crazy experiments. It was infuriating how easy it was to be around her, how natural it felt.
And yet, that nagging thought refused to leave my mind. Was this just attraction? Or was it something else entirely?
The thought followed me till we were back to the penthouse, as she slipped off her heels, sighing in
