Layla's POV

Dinner? What dinner?

My body tensed as I closed the door slowly. I turned, my eyes trying to read him. Calm, but there was a flicker of something—guilt? Nerves?

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze dragging over my dress. And fuck, just that little action made heat pool between my legs.

“I saw your little meeting with Idris. You said yes to his dinner invitation.”

What?! This is about the dinner invitation I got from Idris. I was expecting him to be annoyed at me. ...