Page 119 of Claimed By The Other Brother

"You chose to get involved with me when you could have any other woman you wanted."

"But you're not like any other woman—" I interrupt, the words coming out sharper than intended.

Our eyes lock.

I lean closer, my mind racing with everythingI want to say. The feelings in my chest pushing against years of control, of keeping emotions locked down, of never letting anyone see past the carefully constructed walls.

"Scarlett, I—"

The waiter appears at our table, clearing plates with efficient movements that shatter the moment completely.

Scarlett fumbles with her napkin, breaking eye contact.

"It's getting late. I should go."

I take a breath, forcing myself to stay calm.

"Come home with me."

Her eyes widen slightly.

"You haven't had enough of me yet?" she asks, a slight smile playing at her lips.

The only thing my pride will let me say is,

"No. Not at all."

She nods slowly.

The waiter brings the check. I pay, and we stand. The walk to the door feels longer than it should, the weight of unfinished conversation hanging between us. Outside, my driver is waiting. I open the door for her, and she slides into the back seat. I follow, and the door closes behind us.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Scarlett

The car ride to Dax's building is quiet. Not uncomfortable, just weighted with everything unsaid between us. I stare out the window at the city lights blurring past, my mind turning over the dinner conversation.

The driver pulls up in front of a sleek high-rise in Tribeca. Dax's hand finds the small of my back as we exit the car.

The doorman greets us immediately.

"Good evening, Mr. Blackwell."

"Evening, Thomas."

Inside, the lobby is all marble and modern art. The concierge nods respectfully as we pass.

"Mr. Blackwell… Miss."

Dax guides me down a corridor to an area marked Private. There are only two elevator doors here, both requiring access.

He steps up to a panel, punching in a code beforeplacing his hand on a scanner. The technology is sleek, high-end. The elevator doors slide open.

We step inside, and the doors close behind us.

Dax pulls me close, his hands wrapping around my waist. He leans in to kiss me, his mouth finding mine with familiar heat.

I kiss him back but pull away slightly.