Nick stood in front of the full-length mirror in his walk-in closet and slid his silk tie under his collar.
The fabric was charcoal today, matching the tailored blazer draped over the chair.
Outside the window, the estate was quiet like it always was at seven-thirty in the morning.
Anything is better than the Red Desert.
Especially the lower floors in Baran Tower City.
So much vomit on the floor from adventurers who couldn't deal with its heat.
On the velvet chaise lounge behind him, Melis lay on her stomach, bare feet kicking lazily in the air as she flipped through a copy of a fashion magazine she'd found on the coffee table.
She was still wearing one of his oversized dress shirts with the sleeves elegantly rolled up to her elbows while the collar slipped off one shoulder.
Her messy black hair spilled over the pages.
She looked so cute and elegant.
But she is still quite petite in size.
That would explain why she looked a little funny wearing any of his clothes.
