Seven

"Nothing." Lara composed herself and straightened her dress, pushing loose strands of hair into her bun as her eyes glittered with mischief.

Duncan grunted, taking one last look at his room and making a mental note to fold the heap of clothes gushing out of his wardrobe. Well, his maid would do that anyway.

"What took you so long?" Lara asked, hands akimbo with her inquisitive eyes raking him from head to toe.

Duncan threw his gaze to the deep cherry hallway and cleared his throat, feeling a tingly sensation on his skin as he felt like she could see what he had done.

"I just got out of the shower." He lied, pinching his lips into a grim line and walking ahead of her.

Noticing she wasn't trailing behind him, he glanced over his shoulder and saw her pushing her head into his room like a peeping tom.

"Lara!" He raised his voice a notch, scowling at her.

She snapped her head in his direction and beamed. The elastic around her hair fell out and her ebony locks fell in waves down her bac