Elara returns to the penthouse to find Lucas waiting in the living room. He's not working on his laptop or making calls like usual. He's just sitting on the couch, a glass of scotch in his hand, staring at the door. Waiting for her."Hi," Elara says. She forces brightness into her voice. "How was your day?""Interesting," Lucas says. He doesn't stand to greet her. Doesn't smile. Just watches her with those cold blue eyes. "How was the spa?""Relaxing," Elara lies. She sets down her purse. "I got a massage and a facial. I feel much better.""Good," Lucas says. But his tone suggests he doesn't believe her. "Come sit with me. We need to talk."Elara's heart races but she keeps her expression calm. She sits on the couch beside him, careful to maintain the right amount of closeness. Not too far away, which would seem suspicious. Not too close, which would require intimacy she can barely tolerate."What's wrong?" Elara asks. "You seem tense.""I'm concerned about you," Lucas says. He sets d
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