I was sinking into the plush couch, my heart doing a weird dance as Mrs. Elizabeth sat close, her hand resting on mine. Her touch was warm, her fingers soft but sure, and her dark eyes locked onto me like I was the only thing in the room. The grand hall around us was all polished marble and sparkling chandeliers, but she was the real show—bold, confident, and way too hot for me to think straight. Her cream-colored silk gown hugged her curves, and the way her damp hair fell over her shoulders made my throat tight.
I cleared my throat, trying to keep my cool.
"So, uh, what's the plan? You needed me for something, right?" I asked, my voice coming out steadier than I felt.
She tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
"Yeah," she said, her voice low and smooth, like she was sharing a secret. "Come to my room. We should talk somewhere more private." She stood, the silk of her gown catching the light as it moved with her.
