Dinner! (4)

Hugo had been expecting something to go wrong the moment he stepped into this mansion.

It was just too fancy, too expensive-looking, and way too far from his natural habitat.

The chandeliers looked like they could pay his rent for the next ten years, the butlers moved like trained assassins, and the entire place had this air of untouchable wealth that made

Hugo felt like a walking bag of counterfeit money.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared him for the walking, talking, ultra-rich romance novel cover model standing in front of him right now, looking at him like he was a stain on the marble floors.

The guy was tall, sharp-jawed, and dressed in a black tuxedo so perfectly tailored it looked like it had been sewn onto his body.

His hair was styled in that effortlessly perfect way that screamed "I just walked out of a billionaire shampoo commercial."