Elodie couldn't believe it. She already dressed like this, yet Damian still got turned on. And then he had the nerve to blame her for it. She spent the rest of the drive fuming.
The car sped down the road. No one spoke.
Waverly Estate was on the outskirts of the city, fairly remote. But the scenery was beautiful, the air fresh, the surroundings quiet and comfortable, exactly the kind of place the wealthy elderly favored.
They finally arrived. Damian pulled into the circular driveway in front of the house. Elodie removed his jacket from her shoulders and got out. Damian followed a beat behind her.
A maid from Waverly Estate came out to greet them, her smile warm and familiar. "Welcome back."
Elodie returned the greeting. "Nora. Where are Celia and Harrison?"
"They're both inside. Go o
