Chapter Eighty-One

Rosalind

Aurora’s house was a beautiful duplex with not enough light, but a dark and a homey feel. There were no pictures, but there were a million books all around the shelves, and I instantly took a likening to her.

She was nothing like my brother’s types and speaking of my brother, he hasn’t been able to stop looking at her. It’s been ten minutes and he hasn’t even flirted with her once. It was weird and unsettling.

I liked it.

She sat in the couch in front of ours , and folded her hands over her chest, her cleavage peaking. “So, what do you want, Philip? What do these people want to talk to me about?”

Philip glanced at me, before clearing his throat. “Ahem, Aurora, this is Rosalind and her brother Chris.” He gestured to us, and Aurora studied me intently, the same way her brother does, causing me to flush.

“So, what does Rosalind and her brother want?” She asked with a raised brow.

I straightened in my seat, but before I could talk, Chris spoke.

“It’s Chris, I