![]() ![]() She watches Marcelline’s pale fingers brush mine, anger radiating off her supple body in waves, deliciously intoxicating. Marcelline glances around with her wide blue eyes, then slips inside with a duffel bag thrown over her shoulder, closing it shut as she walks over.Įlena’s gaze latches onto my housekeeper’s form as she hands me the bag, blazing with unrestrained rage even though Marcelline won’t look past my clavicle. “Wishful thinking, I guess.”īehind us, the door to Mateo’s bedroom opens slowly, my employee’s strawberry blonde head poking in. She scoffs, folding her arms over her chest, tucking her hands beneath her armpits. “Whatever gave you the impression I was anything but?” ![]() “That’s a very selfish way to look at it.” ![]() It gives me pause, my fingers brushing against her as they fall back to my side. “Why?” she asks, the single syllable devoid of even a fraction of emotion. Golden irises glisten like melted luxury, and my hand lifts of its own accord, reaching for the ends of her chocolate-colored hair. She stares up at me like she sees beneath the cold, rotten exterior to the molten interior I shift forward, my body an object caught in her magnetic field, losing myself in her warmth. I can only hope she’s as pliant in a few moments. ![]()
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