As I sat across from Caden, clinking glasses in a restaurant that smelled faintly of rosemary and rich people problems, I had to admit it he was annoyingly easy to admire.

That relaxed jawline. That watch that could probably pay off a mortgage. That voice, smooth like coffee laced with secrets.

And unlike Damian, he actually asked me how I was doing without glaring first. "I have to say,” I said, tracing the rim of my glass with my finger, "you're quite the charmer."

Caden gave a small smile. "You say that like you were expecting me not to." "I wasn't sure. You give off 'tech billionaire who forgets to...