My eyes searched the stark white room until they found Christian.
He stood in the back corner. Still on a business call, still gorgeous in his suit and tie, and still watching me with those eyes of whiskey over ice.
Despite the phone pressed to his ear and the hungry stares of every woman and several men in the room pinned on him, he didn’t look away when I gave him a playful wink and smile.
It was an off-the-cuff, in-the-moment sort of thing, and not the type of action I’d usually take with a man I had barely even kissed.
But I was riding high after the shoot, and Christian was so composed all the time I wanted to knock him off-kilter.
Just once, just a little bit.
Nothing, however, could’ve prepared me for the devastation his lazy, answering smile wrought on my heart.
The butterflies lying dormant in my stomach went crazy, and I suddenly knew, with all the certainty in the world, that they were there to stay.