At Blooming Petal Hotel, Ayla sat across from a heavily tattooed man with a tapered fade haircut.
He wore a tight-fitted royal blue suit, his muscled chest too broad for the button to hold together.
As a result, the top remained undone, revealing the upper part of his chest and a silver necklace disappearing into his white shirt.
The man watched her with fascination, the corners of his lips twitching whenever she glanced at her phone.
Folding both hands across his chest, he leaned back properly on his seat and shrugged, "They're probably running late."
Ayla looked at him and pressed her lips tightly.
Late? As if!
All she did was tell them to come in the same car, no way they really gave in to their lust so soon and decided to stop at a hotel on the way.
Knowing Silas, he'd play it off as casual traffic congestion once they arrived, and Elena would second him.
