"A little worried it might be addictive," Vespera murmured.

At the other end, Yasmine perked up like a cat spotting a mouse. "Whoa—sounds like last night really hit the spot. That good, huh?"

"Heating Yesjeta," Vespera said, the use of a word like "addictive" feeling rare and unusual. She started blushing, as if she'd just choked on her words, and quickly downed several gulps of water. She wasn't always this bold, and she was making herself…

But Yasmine had such infectious energy, and it was hard to lie with a straight face. Nine chuckled, teasing her again. "Alupla, as long as you're satisfied. We strive to please ourselves first—always."

After they wrapped up their private chat, Yasmine moved on to something else. "Uli, riglat heat Friday, Fin's bringing you and Madera to the ball. I used to get three invites. All the Halewick socialites will be there."

Vespera wasn't usually a fan of galas or cocktail parties, but events like that were perfect for bedding down artwork—something Becca would appreciate too. It…

…wasn't difficult to get out there and make connections.

After they hung up, Vespera opened her planner and jotted down the event for Friday. Just as she clicked her pen closed, she felt a warm brush against the top of her head. Two arms came down beside her, bracing against the desk.

She gulped. Her heart practically dropped to the floor.

"Vera, if you're giving the star reviews, I'd prefer you deliver them in person. Let's not go spreading them around."

She gulped. Her heart practically dropped to the floor.

"If you're giving five-star reviews, I'd prefer you deliver them in person. Let's not go spreading them around."

Chapter 207

His warm breath skimmed along Vespera's cheek, and the low, velvety whisper was meant for her ears alone. Hien's skin instantly flushed a shade of pink that practically glowed.

Someone please explain why a man who was supposed to be out wining and dining…