Hearing her order, his orange eyes gleamed in the dim light.
He had removed his formal attire, leaving him in a loose shirt and dark trousers. There was something magnetic about the way he carried himself, always calm, always in control. But tonight, there was a shift in the air, and Tay, perceptive as ever, noticed it.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Tay said, his voice smooth and low, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Maya turned to him, her lips curved in a soft smile that carried a hint of mischief. “I’ve been thinking.”
Tay raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “About what, my love?”
She moved toward him, her steps unhurried, her confidence radiant. “About us. About how you always seem to be in charge.” Her voice was soft, but there was a playfu
