Lachlan grabs onto my hand, pulling me down the long, empty corridor.
The sound of soft Christmas music slowly fades the further we get from that dreaded dinner.
“Do you trust me, Delilah Caldor?” Lachlan doesn’t slow down, throwing me a rakish grin over his shoulder.
Normally, I’d go furious over the use of my full first name, but when it comes from his voice, it doesn’t sound so bad.
“I feel like this is a trick question, Mr. Ambrose.”
He slows to a complete halt, spinning towards me with a playful glint in his eyes, “Mr. Ambrose was my grandfather. Please, call me Lachlan,” he dragged my hand up slowly to his lips, pressing them against my skin.
“I can see why that line got your kind so many women,” I joke as he pulls me towards him, “Are you saying my charm is working on you
