ALFRIC LED HER TOWARD what looked like an elevator and pulled her inside. His breath slid over her face as he leaned in to reach for the panel beside the door. Pleasance shivered as her body reacted to his heat and pleasant masculine scent.
Despite the dilapidated appearance of the elevator, the doors slid silently shut as soon as his finger touched the button. She expected the click and whir of an upward lift, but nothing happened.
Alfric turned toward the back of the elevator and pressed a button on his key ring. The back wall of the elevator slid silently open and soft light filled the car.
Pleasance gasped as she took in the clean, elegant beauty of Alfric’s home.
It was one, vast, well-lit room, divided into use areas by furniture groupings and the strategic placement of giant pot
