Sloane had spent the morning settling into the penthouse. Not that there was much to do. Vincent's staff had handled everything, from organizing her closet to ensuring her favorite skincare products were lined up neatly in the marble bathroom.
She had to admit, it was efficient.And that irritated her more than it should have.
Vincent had taken her move into his home as seamlessly as he did everything else, as if this wasn't a shift in power, as if she wasn't meant to disrupt his perfectly controlled world.
But that was fine.
She would find her own way to remind him that she wasn't here to blend into his life.
By late afternoon, she made her way to the open-concept kitchen, scrolling through emails on her phone. The scent of fresh espresso lingered in the air, and the quiet hum of the city filtered through the glass walls.
She had just set her phone down when she heard footsteps behind her.
Vincent.
