Chapter 103 Madison

• The rooftop restaurant was closed to the public. Under the canopy of a thousand stars and the rhythmic pulse of the Atlantic below, a single table stood draped in white linen. Bentley didn't pull out her chair; he watched her sit, his eyes tracking the way the silk of her dress clung to her hips.
• "You’re staring," Madison said, picking up the heavy silver fork just to have something to hold.
• "I’m observing," Bentley countered, pouring a deep red vintage into her glass. "There’s a difference. Observations are for data. Staring is for desire."