Elijah’s brows drew together in a frown as he grabbed the robe, sliding it over his shoulders.
Aspyn’s stare held a provocative charge, so palpable that it seemed to infuse the very air with a sultry tension.
He strolled over to the sofa, gracefully sinking into its plush embrace, and took a measured gulp of water—a silent plea for her to recognize her cue to depart.
Meanwhile, Aspyn, her senses muddled by intoxication and whimsical desires, completely misread the room’s cooling ambiance.
She dipped her head shyly, reminiscent of a startled fawn, hesitantly preening herself before meandering back to the bed. With a flirtatious tilt of her head and a voice dripping with faux innocence, she ventured, “Elijah, surely you wouldn’t expect me to initiate things in such a delicate scenario?”
Across the room, Elijah’s face was a mask of indifference, his initial spark of desire now doused by an overwhelming wave of repulsion.
With a tone frostier than a winter chill, he stated succinctly, “Leave.”
His words were more biting than his earlier command to vacate the space.
The word struck Aspyn like a thunderclap, her eyes widening in shock as they darted from his stoic face to his previously responsive demeanor, now utterly impassive.
The flush of anticipation drained from her cheeks, leaving her complexion ghostly pale as she nervously nibbled on her lower lip.
The man who had briefly shown signs of interest now appeared utterly unaffected by her allure.
His silent dismissal was a loud echo in the tense room, his unspoken disdain crystal clear and cutting deeper than any spoken rebuke.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she felt deeply wronged.
He avoided her gaze, his voice steady with a dismissive tone. “Let’s pretend we didn’t cross paths today. Your father won’t hear about this from me.”
