"Do you want to get out of here?"

Adam's eyes scanned the hall lazily, though I could tell it was more calculated than it looked. They roved past the glittering chandeliers, the long tables heavy with fruits and wine, the crowd swaying to the music. And then they landed back on me, catching me in that way of his.

His brow rose when I tilted my head slightly, not answering at once.

"What?"

I shrugged lightly, as though he'd asked me the most ridiculous question. "Where do you want to take me? And before you wear your gallivanting gear, let me make one thing very clear—I am not interested in...