"Try anything out of line," Elaina warned with a smile that vanished just as quickly, "and I'll toss you out myself."
As the door closed, she moved to the window and stood bathed in moonlight.
Rus took a seat by the table, pouring two glasses of wine while admiring the view before him.
Two months had passed, yet her allure hadn't faded in the slightest. Under the pale moonlight, her sheer robe clung to her curves like a translucent veil, outlining every graceful contour.
Her long neck was like that of a swan, collarbones delicately pronounced. She rested her alabaster arms on the windowsill, framed perfectly by the night beyond.
Sensing his gaze, Elaina turned. Her face was softly lit in shadow, sensuous lace teasing its way from the edge of her neckline. "You came all this way just to sit there and say nothing?"
"Of course not," Rus replied, stepping forward with two glasses. "But with a view this beautiful, it feels like a crime to spoil it with words."
