Later, the night after the dinner Paul and Regina were sitting together in the study. He sat alone in his armchair, in front of his desk with a decanter of wine beside him. A book was in his hands, and he was reading with his fingers resting against his bottom lip. The thoughtful expression made him look even sexier.
Regina tried to focus on herself on her book but her eyes kept sneaking at him again and again. Suddenly something came up in her mind. "Paul?"
"Hmm?" He did not take his eyes off the page. His ankle rested on the opposite knee, and he wore his gray sweats with a black t-shirt, his strong chest filling out the fabric.
"Can I ask you something?"
Finally, he pulled his gaze away from the book and looked at her.
"Can I see a picture of Emma?"
