Chapter 24

Maya’s POV

I savored the final sip of wine and said, “This is excellent.”

I’m not usually a wine enthusiast. I only drink at social gatherings—or on the rare occasions I actually interact with people—so I haven’t sampled many vintages. Yet this one was truly exquisite.

“Well, you can never go wrong with Masseto,” he replied, pouring another glass for both of us. “It’s Italian.”

“You know your wines?”

“Only because I read the label beforehand,” he chuckled, setting the bottle back on the counter.

As he did, the low neckline of his robe shifted, revealing more of his chest—perfectly sculpted, from what I’d noticed. Damn. It looked airbrushed. Was it even real?

“Like what you see?” he smirked, following the direction of my