Page 56 of Eat Slay Love

Alright now.

Cosmo arched a brow, before handing it over without a word.

Fabien turned to me, lifting the coat gently. His hands brushed against my shoulders as he helped me slip into it, the contact so brief yet so intimate that my breath caught.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Cosmo smirked knowingly, winking at me before disappearing into the shifting crowd of couples bidding their goodbyes.

Wow.

Fabien placed his hand at the small of my back and guided me toward the exit, stepping through the large white doors of Alchemy’s side entrance.

The cold night air kissed my cheeks, and we emerged into the quiet street.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” I turned to him. “I have a driver waiting for me.”

“I have one too,” he said casually, then looked at me with quiet intent. “But we can take yours if that makes you more comfortable.”

I bit my lip, warmth spreading in my chest. “I’d like that.”

He nodded. “I’ll just text my driver and have him follow us.”

“Perfect.”

We stepped forward.

My heart drummed.

Then, I spotted my car.

The sleek black Phantom sat idling at the curb, and just outside, Dalvin stood waiting, the back door already open.

But as Dalvin’s gaze flicked toward me—and more importantly, toward the fact that I was holding Fabien’s hand—his expression shifted.

Shock.

Pure, unfiltered shock.

I fought the urge to laugh.

I know, Dalvin. I’m shocked too.

As Fabien led me toward the car, I couldn’t help but wonder—what else would happen tonight?

Chapter ten

So Fucking Perfect

Rae

Manhattan shimmered around us, neon and glass blurring into a dreamscape of movement and light.

The Phantom journeyed through the streets, floating effortlessly over the pavement.

I glanced over my shoulder, curiosity tugging at me. Behind us, Fabien’s driver was in a black Bentley Continental following us at a respectable distance.

I turned back to Fabien, only to find him watching me like I was the most fascinating thing in this city of wonders. His gaze was a weight, a touch without contact, something that made my breath shallow and my skin warm.

Dalvin, ever the professional, had lowered the jazz to a whisper, letting the night itself fill the space between us.

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