Xavier’s POV

She comes close to stand next to me, her perfume drifting to my nostril, making me look up at her.

She smiles.

It is nowhere like the smile she threw my way last night at the party which didn’t reach her eyes nor the joyless one she flashed at Frank Costello.

Even though I really want to know what transpired between her and Nicholas, I am keeping my cool but I know Jasmine and her inquisitive nature. Coming here when I am working means she has questions and needs ...