Meliza's POV
"I thought we were having lunch at your place?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion as I watched Ethan press the LB button on the elevator — lower basement parking — instead of P, which I knew led directly to his penthouse.
We had done this before. I knew the routine. Penthouse lunch, dinners, candlelight, soft music... a version of him I was starting to let my guard down for. But this wasn't that.
"Well..." he said, turning to me with that impossibly beautiful smile that always managed to melt away pieces of my resistance. He reached for my hand and gently squeezed it, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. "We're going somewhere special tonight."
That smile — God, that smile — held mischief and charm in equal parts. The kind that told me he was hiding something. But for once, it didn't make me feel uneasy. It made me... curious.
"Somewhere?" I echoed, trying to keep my tone neutral though I was already spiraling inside.