Their second “date,” if you could even call it that, was… different. Less a carefully orchestrated event, more like a natural continuation of their first meeting, which had been anything but natural.
The initial tension had melted away like a cheap candle, replaced by a cozy sense of familiarity. Seriously, who knew awkward encounters could evolve into something comfortable?
Rosa found herself relaxing, her body and brain at peace within the ridiculously opulent penthouse. Laughter and easy, actual conversation, filled the air, like a much-needed shot of good vibes. She’d expected this to be a truly terrible arrangement, some sort of social experiment gone wrong, but now she was actually starting to believe she might have, dare she admit it, made the right decision.
She was beginning
