Faolan leaned against the edge of the dresser and watched Evangeline with that same infuriating smirk on his lips as though he was thinking of all the inappropriate things.
The air between them was really charged and the space around the large room between them was suddenly too small or maybe it just felt that way.
"I was heading to the docks," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with ease, like he hadn't just shown up at her door unannounced. "Figured I'd stop by once I heard you were in the Onyx Regalia since your hotel wasn't too far."
Evangeline raised a brow. "The docks?"
Faolan nodded. "Yeah. You know, for the yacht party."
Evangeline froze. "Party?"
Faolan chuckled. "Oh? That's not how it was advertised to you, was it?"
Her lips parted slightly. "It said it was a trip. A one-night cruise in the silver sea."
His smirk deepened. "Parties are never advertised as parties, Angel."