Page 44 of Enthrall Shadows
I’d changed from one of my usual tailored ensembles and upgraded to Dormeuil Vanquish—a bespoke suit blended with six fabrics to provide suave comfort. I also wore a pair of Alessandro Galet Oxfords.
Though I hoped it was my cultured sophistication that Charlotte felt more drawn to—as well as my devastating charisma. I couldn’t help but smile at that thought.
We were early so I decided to wait a few more minutes.
This seemed like a great neighborhood. Maybe I’d have my realtor check out some homes here, too.
I recalled that asshole statement I’d made at the gala about buying a house here. Between the two of us, Lotte and I were gathering one cringe-worthy moment after another.
The woman was still annoyingly alluring.
For now, I was fine living at the Bel Air Hotel. A mansion would exacerbate my loneliness. One of these smaller properties seemed like a reasonable option.
Dex deserved a spacious yard.
My thoughts returned to that dreaded envelope. I’d secured it in my hotel room’s safe. If it contained a listening device, the safe walls would block it.
Not opening it could be considered passive-aggressive behavior. That’s what you got for trying to mess with my head.
Reese didn’t deserve to be a priority.
I half expected it to be a hoax anyway.
Focusing once again on my chauffeur, I asked, “Where’s your family from, Griffin?”
“Santa Clarita, sir. Not far from here.”
“Tell me about them.”
He hesitated. “Not much to say.”
His words made me pause. Shay’s gut reaction weighed heavily on me.
Something was amiss.
Griffin exited the car and hurried around to open the rear door for my guest.
I’d have to continue this line of questioning later.
With sophisticated elegance, Lotte walked down her driveway, long legs highlighted by strappy heels. Her red halter-neck dress emphasized her slim shoulders and sexy curves.
A breathtaking vision.
She walked with the authority of a woman who knew how to bring a man to his knees.
Her Burberry coat was thrown over her left arm and she held a small clutch and car keys in her right hand.
I leaned low to see her face better.
“I’m driving.” She pointed to a silver Jaguar parked in front of her house.
It wasn’t a question—I’d been given an order.
She headed off towards her car.
I slid along the seat and climbed out. “Griffin, take the evening off.”
“I’ll follow, sir.”
