Sienna barely had the chance to take in her surroundings before her attention was drawn toward him.
Benjamin Foster was already seated on the sofa, his posture relaxed, one arm resting casually along the armrest as though he had been waiting for quite some time. There was an effortless confidence in the way he occupied the space, a quiet authority that did not demand attention yet inevitably commanded it.
But it wasn't his posture that unsettled her.
It was the way he was looking at her.
His gaze was steady, unwavering, and disturbingly intent. A faint smile lingered on his lips. He looked subtle, controlled, yet unmistakably satisfied, as if her presence had confirmed something he had already anticipated.
A quiet alarm stirred within her.
'Why does he look so… pleased?' she wondered, the thought slipping into her mind before she could stop it.
Benjamin lifted a hand and gestured toward the seat across from him, his movements smooth and unhurried.
