Dinner was a light affair, Yan Mei smiled across the table at her husband. Gone was the tense stranger from yesterday; replaced by the more familiar figure of her easy-going lover but even that was a deceiving mien.
He was a billionaire real estate mogul who was at home in a suit in just the same way he was at home in faded jeans and a band print shirt. All his facets made her fall in love with him even more.
"You're looking good husband" she called across the dinner table, battling with the beginnings of desire.
Lei Zhao smirked, the only indication that he had heard her before he plucked a glass of wine and downed half the contents. Every movement was deliberate and with a curious grace that was aimed at enticing, across the table he could feel her gaze. When he finally looked up to meet it, he saw in her eyes, a hunger that needed more than a meal.
