ELENA DUVAL
The touch had been innocent. Dimitri's hands were braced beside me on the countertop, grazing my own, yet the warmth that flooded me felt like the letting of sunlight into a dusty dark room.
The deep drawl that accompanied every word of his ran down my spine as he stood behind me, his body trapping mine against the island with his hand on my waist, his touch making me feel all the things I shouldn't. But now, as I watched him and his w***e through the glass of the kitchen window, all I felt was a murderous rage.
“Elena, been looking for you,” I heard James' voice before I felt his presence behind me.
Without removing my eyes from the seemingly lovely couple heading towards the building opposite the penthouse, I tilted my head slightly to James. “Who's she?”
“Alessandra Udi
