Chapter 47

(Emily's POV)

The next morning, our breakfast 'dates' continued. However, the atmosphere couldn't be tenser if a ticking time bomb sat beside the teapot just didn't know the silence was about to detonate in a way that would make an actual explosive a better alternative.

An edginess flared at the memory of last night. The pressure of Dimitri's body against mine awoke a heat wave beneath my skin that was so hot, tossed, and turned all night into emptiness and confusion. Even now, a restless ache persisted between my legs.

I curled my toes against the marble, knowing I should be ashamed of the feeling especially since Dimitri seemed to have forgotten last night entirely by his apathetic demeanor-but I refused to send myself on another guilt trip.

Instead of the silent maid, another woman served our food, and she was not the docile, invisible type. She could be Kendall Jenner's blonde twin. I wouldn't be surprised if the servant's eyelashes were thickly mascaraed by the celebrity's makeup