Ashton's sleek black car glided to a stop in front of the towering hotel entrance, its glass panels glittering like diamonds under the golden evening lights.
The valet approached, but Ashton was already stepping out, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. He turned, reaching for the handle—only to find the passenger door swinging open.
Danelle stepped out gracefully, her heels clicking against the pavement. Her dress, a deep crimson silk that hugged her curves and dipped low at the back, shimmered with every movement. She didn't wait for Ashton.
He sighed, soft but audible, then caught up with her, his long strides effortless. Before she could step further, his hand reached for hers, stopping her in her tracks.
Strange feelings run down her spines at his touch. She swallowed into nothing, with a nervous look but quickly composed herself.
"What do you think you're doing, Ashton?" she asked through clenched teeth, her expression tight, eyes narrowed.
