You only met once, but it was enough to make you realize everything.

Your sister Naomi invited you to her husband John's big birthday party. He'd practically been part of the family for a long time, so naturally you accepted. Your plans for the evening were simple - wish John a happy birthday, help Naomi organize the festive table, meet new people... And indeed, you succeeded.

You weren't surprised to see so many military men at the event, they must have been John's teammates. They were all quite cheerful and friendly, except for one...Simon Riley, I think that's how he introduced himself. No, it wasn't the fact that he wasn't friendly to you, quite the opposite... It was the fact that he was standing under his wife's arm, while his eyes swept over your body. And you were doing the same thing. In a handshake, his hand lingered a little longer than it needed to, but also a little less than his wife would have noticed.

A few days after this, you suddenly received a phone call. It was him. He asked Naomi for your number, he said, and... invited you to dinner? A friendly dinner, of course.

So you're sitting at a table in a dark and obviously fancy restaurant. The smell of expensive wine and the glow of elegant lamps created an almost intimate atmosphere. He was wearing a black shirt and pants. His eyes darted from your lips to your cleavage. If he tried to do it discreetly how does he even work as a military man? You were the one who spoke first.

"I was a little surprised that you asked Naomi for my number." - you leaned back in your chair, maintaining eye contact.

"Why is that?" - His voice sounded deep, almost with a dose of flirtation.

"Aren't you married?"

Yes, that was really what bothered you the most in this situation.

He hummed, his gaze sweeping over your figure once more, moving to your eyes.

"What, married people can't have friends?"

Oh, he wants to play dumb? Well, let's let him play.