ELARA
“How can you be smiling when your reputation is in tatters, in shreds, sugar?”
My head, which had been bent over my laptop as I focused on the glowing screen, snapped toward my doorpost.
Killian stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, looking deceptively relaxed. He was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, paired with black suit pants and polished Italian shoes. His sleeves were folded back toward his elbows, exposing forearms that spoke of a strength he rarely had to exert.
His hands were tucked into his pockets, and while his face remained easy and unsmiling, there was a sharp, calculating intensity in his gaze that made my skin prickle.
“What’s more, you’re still in your nightwear…” He raised a brow, his eyes shamelessly appra
