"Can I tell Chloe about... this?" I asked hesitantly, gesturing between us as I picked at my dinner.
Adrian looked up from his plate, his fork pausing midway to his mouth. We were dining alone in his private suite, the remnants of an exquisite meal prepared by his chef spread before us.
"Tell her what exactly?" he asked, setting down his utensil. His expression was unreadable, those piercing eyes studying me.
I shifted in my seat. "That I'm living here. And that we're..." I trailed off, suddenly unsure how to define what was happening between us.
"That we're what, Seraphina?" A hint of amusement played at the corners of his mouth.
My cheeks heated. "You know. This arrangement we have."
"You mean that I'm fucking you senseless on a regular basis?" His bluntness made me choke on my wine.
"Adrian!" I sputtered, grabbing my napkin.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "I'm just clarifying what you want to tell your friend."