FORBIDDEN DESIRES
Not really.
Their sessions took place three evenings a week in the Harlow family’s library. Tall bookshelves rose on every wall, their leather spines glowing warmly under the fireplace’s flicker.
Rain drummed steadily against the high windows that night, blurring the outside world into streaks of gray.
Elise stood behind Daphne’s chair, leaning over the mahogany desk to trace a finger along a quadratic equation.
The girl’s hair smelled faintly of vanilla and rainwater. Every time Elise inhaled, the scent settled low in her stomach, warm and unwelcome.