Lirael's POV

I drove Zephyra back to her apartment in my McLaren so she could get changed. When she came out dressed in a pretty blue sundress and high-heeled sandals, my fingers itched to slide the silky material up her thighs and sink into her. I would have loved to take her back to my penthouse and spend all day in bed with her rather than go to this lunch, but appearances were all-important and our monthly family lunch had to be maintained—a sign of our solidarity. It was even more ...