Julian Roscente studied Sophia Sullivan with newfound interest.
He hadn't expected this woman to be a VIP guest of The Decagon.
"Chloe Evans fled in quite a panic earlier," Julian remarked. "With her temperament, she'll likely seek revenge later."
Sophia took a measured sip of tea.
The bittersweet flavor bloomed across her tongue.
The lingering warmth of alcohol still hummed beneath her skin.
"They won't dare act openly," Sophia said calmly.
Chloe and Liam Winston prized their reputations above all.
Even after suffering humiliation, they'd only resort to underhanded schemes.
Ethan Sullivan was preparing another pot of tea.
His elegant fingers moved with practiced grace among the porcelain.
Steam curled around his well-defined knuckles.
"The Sullivan legal team stands ready," Ethan said, sliding a cup toward her.
Julian's eyes suddenly widened.
"Is this Yixing teapot a Benjamin York original?" He lifted the vessel in disbelief. "You're actually using it for tea?"
The collector's item was valued at over nine million dollars.
Most would display such art behind glass.
Yet Ethan treated it as ordinary tableware.
"Teaware exists to brew tea," Ethan replied evenly.
His gaze lingered on Sophia.
"I've handled far more precious things."
Sophia met his stare without flinching.
An unspoken current passed between them.
Oblivious, Julian examined the tea leaves with reverence.
"Emerald hue, exquisite shape—this is premium Dragon Well harvested before the rains..."
Sophia accepted the cup Ethan offered.
Their fingertips brushed—her cool skin against his searing touch.
A shiver raced up her spine.
She steadied her grip, refusing to acknowledge the reaction.
Ethan's subtle challenge only fueled her competitive spirit.
"Excellent brew," she murmured.
Rising, Sophia took charge of the teapot.
The unglazed clay glowed warmly in her hands.
"Reciprocation," she said, pouring for Ethan. "Is the temperature to your liking?"
The question darkened Ethan's eyes.
Memories flashed between them—
Steam rising from the sunken tub in this very lounge.
Their entangled bodies submerged in scalding water.
Sophia had asked that same question then.
Water sloshing. Desire rising.
Ethan's throat moved visibly.
A flush crept up his neck.
Sophia's lips curved.
"Seems perfect."
As she withdrew, Ethan caught her wrist.
The cup toppled, spilling tea across the table.
"Careless," Ethan murmured, leaning close.
His breath ghosted over her ear.
In the dim lighting, tension thickened between them.