Bright light filtered through the glass windows, spilling across Severine's figure.
She reclined against the soft backrest of the gray couch. One leg bent slightly, the other stretched along the circular cushions.
The slight shift of her body caused the hem of her silken blue skirt to ride higher, revealing more of her smooth thighs beneath the drifting sunlight.
Despite her relaxed posture, her half-lidded eyes were sharp, fixed intently on the glowing screen of her electronic notebook.
"This looks fine." She revised her assignments one final time before submitting them.
With that, one task was over. Her second task was to deal with the message lingering on her phone screen.
[Let's meet up for dinner tomorrow? If you are busy, we can schedule it for another day.]
Killian had asked for a dinner date.
Following her habit of keeping everyone out of her personal life, she could have turned him down.
After all, she had only agreed to let him pursue her — nothing more.
