“Where do you think you’re heading off to?” Caspian questioned, his attention lifting from his phone. It had barely been five minutes since they’d wrapped up what he’d initiated, yet his device had already started buzzing incessantly. Now, he was gathering his belongings to take a shower.

“I’m dressed, so I’m heading to the lounge for a drink. I’ll need one if I’m expected to put on a convincing act of liking you for even an hour.” She needed to leave the ...