The next day…
Ava entered Dylan's office. The moment she stepped in, Dylan's lips curved into a soft, almost imperceptible smile. The sight of her was like a gust of fresh wind carrying a sweet aroma.
Last night had been a mess—Dylan regretted not looking into her likes and dislikes sooner. But today, he was determined to make things right.
Ava noticed the smile, and it made her uneasy. She had been seeing that smile too often lately, and it stirred something within her that she wasn't ready to confront. With a deep breath, she shook off the fluttering feeling in her chest and straightened her posture. She made a serious look as she stepped forward.
"I need to talk to you about something," she said with a grave tone.
Dylan didn't seem to notice the weight of her tone. "Have a seat first." He gestured to the chair across from him. His movements were smooth and practiced as he reached for the intercom. "Would you like some coffee?"