Georgia stood there, holding her water bottle, her mind running fast. She wasn’t sure how to feel… but she knew one thing, Lucian still had a way of getting under her skin.
She stood still for a while, the water bottle in her hand forgotten. Her eyes stayed on the closed door, her mind playing back Lucian’s words.
“You really do look good tonight, Georgia.”
She scoffed under her breath and shook her head. “Smooth talker,” she muttered, taking another sip from her bottle.
She walked back to the bed and sat down slowly, her gown brushing her legs. Her heart was beating a little faster than before, and she hated that she noticed.
“Why does he have this effect on me?” she whispered, staring at the floor. “It’s just words. Nothing more.”
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached ove
