Born enemies, bound by something far more dangerous.
Maven is fire. Adrianna is ice. Their attraction was never meant to exist-and once it does, it refuses to fade.
Every choice costs them something. Every moment together risks everything.
They were...
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"I hope wherever you're taking me, it's not something fancy," I said, trailing after him through the parking lot.
We were already outside Ezkrima. From where I stood, I could spot his Lexus not far from my Jaguar. A small, calculating part of my mind wondered where Maven was going with this little game of his.
"Why not? Isn't that what you people from old money do—wine and dine?"
I planted my hands on my hips. "Can't you tell?"
"Hmm..." Maven's eyes, deep as ancient oak and just as dark, swept over me—from my shoes to my legs, where they lingered.
"Eyes up here, bozo."
My glare did nothing. He grinned like the devil himself, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "What's wrong with what you're wearing?"
I gave him a flat look. "Because worn-out shorts, a white racerback, and Yeezys scream 'casual,' not 'fancy dinner.'"
With a sigh, he shrugged off his checkered overshirt and draped it over my shoulders. "Here. Wear this."
His shirt was still warm, and the sandalwood-spice scent of his cologne wrapped around me like a whisper I wasn't ready for.
Now in just a white v-neck, he held out a hand. "Keys."
"Why?" I raised a brow, suspicious.
"Hop in. Ride with me."
There was no demand in his voice. Just an expectation I'd follow—like he knew I would.
"What about my—"
"My driver will take your Jaguar."
In the end, I slid into the passenger seat of his Lexus without much of a fight. The drive passed mostly in silence. I distracted myself with my phone or stared out the window to calm the nerves prickling in my chest.
The silence in the car was louder than anything I could've played on the radio. I pretended to scroll through my phone. Looked out the window. Did everything but look at him.
We pulled up to Italianni's.
Seriously?
I shot him a look as he handed the valet his keys. "This is your idea of 'not fancy'?"
He ignored me. "Reservation under De Talavera."
Of course.
We were escorted to a secluded table. A bottle of Sauvignon Blanc was already waiting. Clearly, this wasn't a spontaneous outing.
I took a sip. The wine was smooth, with hints of currant and something deeper. Almost earthy.
