Eleni
When Dante turns back to me, the heat in his gaze is dead. “I have to handle this.”
“Yeah.” I pull my bralette back over my bare chest, and the dress over that. “Of course.”
He watches me like he wants to help but doesn’t know how. “I’ll have Seb take you home.”
I climb off his lap and try not to feel like the stupidest woman alive. After a few moments, Seb opens a door I didn’t notice and leans in.
“I’m sorry—”
Dante just nods at me. Seb shoots me an apologetic smile, and I walk out with him.
“So, have I pretty much ruined my chances of you ever liking me?” he asks as we walk up the stairs to the main club.
“Between this and Mama?” I smile wryly. “We’ll see.”
Pretending to be normal with Seb is the only thing keeping my emotions from overflowing. I don’t even know where the
