Eva’s heart pounded like a trapped creature as she met Dorians eyes. The tension was so thick she could practically taste the smoldering energy crackling between them. Part of her had fantasized about this very scenario, dreamed of him showing up unannounced to make some daring move...but now he was actually here, his presence was almost too overwhelming to process.
After a heavy pause where it seemed neither could breathe, Dorian finally spoke, “We need to talk about you.”
“About me?” She replied, her hand guardedly raised against the door. “Not about Oscar this time?”
“Well, it is about him too. Basically all of us at this point,” he said, letting out a small chuckle, to Eva’s surprise.
“Yeah. I got it. He doesn’t have good intentions for me. And I haven’t agreed to signing anything
