Elara sat on the couch in her living room, her knees pulled close to her chest as she read the script to get familiar with all the scenes, since the second round was the next day and it included an emotional scene.
She read a few lines and was about to stand to make some coffee for herself when she felt a whoosh of wind and turned abruptly, her knife in her hand in a second to counter whoever was going to attack.
"It pains me," the man's familiar voice reached her, and her stance eased immediately.
She placed the knife back in its scabbard and looked at the man who sat in the boss's chair near the window, leaned back, and relaxed as if he had always belonged there.
"What does?" she asked casually, wondering if she should even bother asking what he was doing here at this point.
Her cheeks reddened slightly just at his sight as her mind replayed the kiss they shared on that hospital bed when he lost control.
That kind of intensity… that kind of obsession and possession…
