Chapter 11
Charlotte
Dinner would have been great if Elijah hadn’t been leering at me with those amber eyes that glimmered with promises of pleasure. I could practically see the images inside his mind. Him. Me. Us. f*****g and fornicating as if there were no tomorrow. He made sure I stayed hyperaware of his demand, that my body would be ready for him when we got to our hotel room.
I had to make a conscious effort to pretend like I was immersed in the conversation, Milana telling me all about Rome and how she loved it whenever Saint brought her here.
I heard all about their beautiful little daughter and tried to bypass any questions she had about Elijah and our very unconventional relationship.
Milana held her glass of wine, her blue eyes nothing short of brilliant beneath the elegant
