Louise
The PR firm's office sits on the top floor of a glass skyscraper downtown. The entire place is covered in stark white—white marble, white sofas, white tables. It makes me feel like a piece of medical equipment waiting to be sterilized.
“Relax, Louise,” Elias says, leaning back comfortably on the sofa. “We're the ones here to make trouble for someone else.”
“That's exactly why I'm nervous!” I shoot him a playful glare. “I'm not used to doing things like this.”
He grins. “You'll get used to it after a few tries.” He leans in, prints a soft kiss on my lips, and gently strokes my hair. “Feel any better?”
I nod. Elias has a funny kind of magic. Even though he's a total troublemaker, I always feel completely safe whenever he's around.
Footsteps echo from outside the door, and he pul
