Lucy’s POV
I ran up the stairs, not even waiting for him to use the elevator, which required a special code. As soon as I reached my room, I locked myself inside. It wasn’t because he had done something wrong—it was because I had made a promise to his mother. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to resist his charm, that I would end up kissing him and breaking my word.
I had made up my mind, but I was going to let him down gently. During the celebrations, I had a solid plan for how I was going to do it.
While we were at the mall earlier, he had “unofficially” appointed Malcolm to personally look after me and attend to my needs.
Great! I thought. Mal is level-headed, and I trust him. He’ll fit well into my plan.
Half the day passed in a blur. With nothing to do, I lazed around in the room,
