EVELARA
The polished doors of Lucien’s office loomed before me. My heart thumped as I stepped forward, every inch of me aware of how close I was to him.
Inhaling a deep breath, I knocked on the door.
“Enter…” His deep tone came, and that was enough to raise my pulse even more.
Shit!
‘Okay, Eve, just get inside!’ I exhaled and pushed the door, stepping inside.
He was sitting behind his desk, and soon, he looked up from the papers sprawled across the mahogany desk. I could feel the pull—the quiet storm of his presence that made my pulse stutter.
“Evelara,” he said, gazing at me, and then and there I almost melted like a stupid candle! Even more fragile than that!
“I…” I cleared my throat, “you summoned me?” I asked, forcing a tone of casualness I didn’t feel.
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