Phei walked into the restaurant wondering why the hell she had to come this far.
The place sat practically inside the airport—one of those ultra-exclusive private booth restaurants built for people too important to eat at terminals and too busy to eat anywhere else.
Had Rune Natsuki chosen it because when she was finished with her business and wanted to depart immediately? Fine, okay.
But she could have met him right after the Maxton meeting. In the car. In a parking lot. On the side of the road.
Anywhere that didn't require a thirty-minute drive across Paradise.
Women and being dramatic. Name a more iconic duo.
Still, she was so goddamn hot and beautiful that he let the minor inconvenience slide. Plus, it was a private booth. Privacy meant opportunity. Whatever scheme he'd cooked up for cucking his grandmother could definitely use a quiet room with no witnesses and—
"Little Phei!"
