Ray's sleek car glided to a stop outside Anna's apartment, catching her off guard. Not a single inquiry about directions had escaped his lips, yet he navigated effortlessly to her doorstep. The subtle reminder of his prowess surfaced in her mind — he had sent her the novel, proving his ability to unravel secrets and track people down. This man didn't settle for less.
"Anna," he called, his voice cutting through the quiet morning just as she prepared to step out.
His apology lingered in the air like an unanswered question. "I'm sorry about what happened in the elevator. It won't happen again unless it's with your permission."
Anna's brows furrowed with a mix of confusion and intrigue. Why resist the impulse to kiss her again? The enigmatic nature of Ray left her grappling for understanding. She stepped out of the car, breaking the silence. "I liked what happened in the elevator."
