The Lady of the House

Roman’s silver fork paused mid-air. He did not blink. Those fathomless dark eyes fixed onto Sienna’s face, carrying a piercing intensity that seemed to strip away the warm ambient light of the dining room. He held her gaze, refusing to let her hide behind her polite, professional mask.

"If I actually asked Blair to move in," Roman answered bluntly, his tone flat and unreadable, "all those other w