ARIA'S POV"I'm tired of restaurants," I said on a Tuesday, and Dominic looked at me across our coffee shop table and said, "Then come to mine. I'll cook."Just like that. I accepted. Didn't think it through though. No big gesture, no making it significant. Just an open door offered like it was the most natural next thing, which maybe it was, and I said yes before I'd thought about what yes meant.I thought about it the entire cab ride over.His building was on the waterfront side of the Pearl District. Floor to ceiling glass on the outside, a doorman who nodded at Dominic by name, an elevator that opened directly into the penthouse. I knew, intellectually, that he had money. The coffee shop, the restaurants, the way he moved through the world without friction, it was all there if you were paying attention.But knowing and walking into it were different things.The elevator doors opened and I forgot what I was about to say.The penthouse was floor to ceiling windows on three sides, t
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