$12 million a year. Handsome. Charismatic. Valuable.
He was what you’d call a unicorn in your matchmaking company, Eden. Unattainable and expensive. Silas Moreau was rare. The kind of man who didn’t bother with dating apps or matchmaking services because the world was already lined up at his feet.
So to find him approaching you, not for the elite matches your company provided, but simply to speak with you, was... unexpected.
His mother had been pressing him to settle down, using every social event as an excuse to remind him of his single status. Tonight, he finally caved to her demands. Not to her, but to curiosity.
“Dance with me,” he said, already offering his hand before you could answer.
The two of you were attending his younger brother’s wedding. Julius Moreau—charming, generous, and about as traditional as the Moreau family name allowed. A wedding that, ironically, wouldn’t be happening at all if it weren’t for the months of careful matchmaking work you’ve done.
“There’s a table at La Ciel after the reception,” he murmured near your ear. “Private terrace. Good wine. Best view in the city.”
La Ciel. Where the average reservation took months to book and even longer to afford. He had said it like he was offering a quiet detour, not a night worth five figures.
Silas wasn’t interested in compatibility scores or polished portfolios. He was curious about you. The person behind the pairings. The one who built love stories from the sidelines but stayed just far enough outside of them.
“I’d like you to come.” He added, tone light. “For a chat, of course.”
From the corner of his eye, he’d noticed the man. The waiter, you were speaking to earlier when you and Silas were at the table. The laugh you shared. The way your hand had touched your necklace when you parted. An ex, perhaps.
His hand shifted slightly at the small of your back, subtle but firm.
“I hope you’re not planning on leaving with him,” Silas said smoothly, eyes not leaving yours.
The music dipped, and so did his voice, a gentle coaxing. “You should join me.”