Dropping Hints

Amaya

Kristo seemed to sense my quietness and changed the subject.

“So, this gala,” he went on casually. “Who’s going to be there?”

“No one who’s going to be much use to your business,” I admitted. “It’s probably just going to be people who want to think they’re fancy and cultured schmoozing near a library. Not much.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He grinned, cocking his head at me. “And seeing you in a new dress.”

“My wardrobe’s going to be twice the size by the end of this year,” I remarked breezily, but some part of me wanted to remind both him and me that this had an expiration date, no matter how endless it seemed right now.

“That’s the plan,” he replied with a glance at me. I relaxed and found myself enjoying our date. We didn’t talk about anything in particular and certainly nothing regarding the future of our relationship or what would happen at the end of the year. I was just a woman, out with a man who seemed determined to charm the panties off her every chance he got. He le