Chapter 3
Elaria’s POV
I stood outside the sleek penthouse door the next afternoon shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
My heart hammered against my ribs and my palms felt sweaty. I had spent the whole morning telling myself this was just a job talk but deep down I knew better.
Kieran’s touch from last night still lingered on my skin and that key he slipped me felt like an invitation to something filthy. I knocked once and the door opened almost immediately.
Kieran filled the doorway in a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off those tattooed forearms.
His eyes swept over my body slowly and hungry taking in the simple sundress I chose that clung to my curves. “You came,” he said, voice deep and satisfied. “Good. Get in here.”
“Yeah I did,” I replied,
