She grinned, clearly enjoying herself. "Yes. Use this time to charm me into accepting that you're really the one for my daughter. So that when she forgives you—if she forgives you—you won't have to waste more of your precious teenage energy later trying to win me over too."
Eros smiled, slow and confident... did she even know what she was asking for herself?
He settled in the armchair, crossing one leg over the other, letting the charged moment stretch just a beat longer than polite society would allow.
"That depends," he said, voice low and warm, "on how you want me to charm you. And what, exactly, you want to know. You already have the basics. Seventeen. Large family, small core—mother, aunt, two stepsisters. Adopted. And, as I said, apart from school, I run a tech startup that's sold a few pieces of software and—"
