Ilya had probably fucked, in his rough estimate, a quater-or-more women since Adele's visit. He certainly had no reason to obsess over his pretty employer. Or her deep blue eyes. Or her plump pink lips. Or the way her cheeks glowed red when he exerted himself.
The back door of the castle opened, and Adele emerged, her silver long hair braided and tucked under a simple cap, and shades blocking her eyes. She was also wearing oversized T-shirt that made her look even more scrawny.
In simple clothes, Adele was a stunner in his eyes. Her sweet scent of jasmine made Ilya slightly dizzy, amplifying his visual enjoyment, almost like he was intoxicated. She was intoxicating.
Ilya thought how after initial formalities are over, he might be able to relax and enjoy time with Adele. His hands were itching from the desire to pull Adele closer as she walked towards him.
