Chapter 2:
Cracks in the Rules
The next morning I woke up thinking about the way Darius had looked at me in that sundress. Mom left early for another long workday. I found Darius in the kitchen drinking coffee. He looked powerful even in casual clothes, muscles filling out his shirt. “Good morning, princess. Sleep well?” he asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.
“I did. Thanks for dinner last night. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome,” I replied, walking over to pour myself some juice. I wore one of my tiniest tank tops and short shorts that barely covered my ass. I bent over a little longer than necessary to reach the glass.
Darius eyes stayed on me. “You look comfortable today. That outfit is quite something. Your mother would probably say it is too revea
