Chapter 98 - Rumpled

As the night wears on, Liam introduces me to countless people—some of them are prominent names within his social circle. This time, I attempt to make small talk. Even if I’m not able to remember all their names, I manage to make polite conversation whenever they look in my direction.

“Let’s get some food,” Liam whispers.

I nod, and like the rest of the guests, we move to our assigned tables. There is music playing in the background, but the delicate clink of silverware and random conversation drowns it.

“How’s the foie gras?” Liam asks as he glances at my plate.

I take a bite and the velvety richness of the dish starts to quell the nervousness that’s consuming me.

“Oh, this tastes quite lovely,” I admit.

He grins, probably at my choice of words. He leans closer and whispers, “Do you know that I have been controlling myself for the entire night?”

“From what? This rich scent of gourmet dishes?” I ask, continuing with the weird choice of words, even when I know exactly what he is c