Chapter 29
The tantalizing aroma of roasted chicken filled the air as Adam stepped back to admire his handiwork.
The dining table was set with candles casting a warm glow, the plates arranged perfectly, and a bottle of red wine positioned in the center.
He adjusted the collar of his shirt, glancing once more at the small hidden camera he had strategically placed in the living room. It was still perfectly concealed.
“Let’s do this,” he muttered under his breath as the doorbell rang.
Walking to the door, Adam took a deep breath.
When he opened it, Brenda stood there in a dangerously low-cut red dress, her lips painted a deep crimson. She leaned against the doorframe, her expression smug and self-assured.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she purred. “Invite me in.”
Adam forced a smile, stepping aside. “Come in.”
Brenda sashayed into the house, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor.
She scanned the room, her gaze landing on the table. “Wow,” she said, her voice dripping with fake surprise. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Adam. I didn’t know you had a romantic side.”
“Sometimes I surprise myself,” he replied, gesturing toward the table. “Shall we?”
Brenda practically floated to the dining table, her smile widening as she took in the roses, the candles, and the perfectly plated food. “This is… beautiful,” she said, her voice soft for the first time.
Adam nodded, pulling out her chair. “I thought you deserved a nice evening.”
As they began eating, the silence between them was palpable but not uncomfortable. Brenda’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned forward, her arm brushing against his.
“I have to admit,” she said, her voice teasing, “I didn’t expect you to go all out for me.”
Adam raised an eyebrow, meeting her gaze. “Why not? You’ve been on my mind a lot lately.”
Her lips curled into a pleased smile. “Flattering. Keep talking like that, and you might just win me over completely.”
They continued their meal, their arms entwined as they sipped wine and ate. Adam maintained a charming facade, but internally, his mind was racing. He needed her to relax, to trust him enough to slip up and give him what he needed.
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