Chapter Two
I smooth down my dress, already questioning why I decided to wear it. I barely ever go for anything this girly, but this felt like the right situation for one all the same.
I knock on the front door of a modest-sized house. It looks like I'm being underpaid if Elias can live in a place like this. Though perhaps he has family money, it's not exactly anything we've talked about yet.
"Good evening," Elias says once he's pulled the door open.
I trail my gaze down him, taking in the open-necked shirt he's wearing and the enticing scent of food coming from down the hall.
"Hello. Come in," he says, stepping back and waving at me to go further into the home.
I squeeze past him, very conscious of how close our bodies are and having to strongly resist the urge to kiss him.
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