Silas’s hands moved with a rhythmic, gentle grace over Selena’s body. He had shifted back into the role of the impeccable manor butler, massaging his exhausted mistress as if the storm of passion they had just shared was merely a fever dream.
If not for the lingering glint of absolute satisfaction in his eyes—and the way his fingers strayed, tracing the curves of her skin a second too long—no one would have guessed the intensity of the encounter that had just taken place.
He bathed her, dried her hair with a soft towel, and even went downstairs to fetch a fresh dinner. He noticed the meal Adrian had left for her on the table. Without a word or a change in expression, Silas dumped Adrian’s food directly into the trash and prepared a steaming, high-end meal himself, serving it to her with
