Monica's POV
Throughout the poker game, Colby showered me with attention, explaining rules in hushed whispers and brushing his fingers against mine when passing cards. I reciprocated his flirtations, fully aware of Morris's thunderous expression growing darker by the minute. The tension between the two men was palpable, with Morris's eyes never leaving us.
"Ladies, where shall we dine this evening?" Jenna inquired, briefly checking his cards before returning his gaze to Natalie's face.
Maxwell jumped in enthusiastically, "How about a private room at Le Soufflé? Aisha, have you experienced their cuisine? It's absolutely divine."
"I've heard wonderful things, but reservations are nearly impossible," Aisha replied with interest, which visibly irritated Jason.
