As expected, Elise Don was late to work again.
But this time, she was much quieter; stuck in traffic, she didn't take out her frustration on Oliver Bloom but instead kept to herself in the back seat, catching up on sleep.
She now knew that the reason Oliver Bloom caught her at the club yesterday was because Driver A-Five had reported it to their young master.
Just doing his duty, routine report.
Elise knew she couldn't blame A-Five, and she didn't dare show her teeth to Oliver Bloom, the real deal, so she kept it to herself.
When they arrived at Fenton Square, Elise was supposed to get off the car. She reached for her purse and saw Oliver looking at her with those long, narrow eyes that weren't exactly kind.
"Uh..." Elise could already get Oliver's vibe; he probably hadn't cooled off completely and needed some coaxing.
She opened her arms and gave him a brief hug, gently touching his chin with her forehead—a pure but not too intimate gesture—and swiftly let go.
