I didn’t think. I acted.
I approached Sebastian with a confidence I didn’t feel, putting on the mask I’d worn so many times before in this life. As I sidled up next to him, I felt his gaze shift to me.
“Sebastian,” I said smoothly, flashing him a smile, “How’s the business?”
His eyes flickered with amusement, but he remained calm, as always. “Business is good, Alexandra. You know that.”
I took a step closer, my body language casual, but there was an undeniable edge to the way I stood near him. “I suppose so. But I can’t help thinking that maybe things could be… better.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly catching onto the undertone of my words. “And how do you suggest we make things better?”
I placed a hand on his arm, lightly, letting the touch linger just a little too long. “Well, I’m sure you’re full of ideas. You’ve always struck me as the kind of man who knows what he wants—and how to get it.”
Sebastian’s expression didn’t change, but I could see the shift in his posture, the subtle tension in his body. “Careful, Alexandra,” he said quietly. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
But I didn’t care. I was tired of caring.