"Come in."
Eve curled her hand around the door's handle and turned it very slowly.
Her heartbeat increased its pace, her palms growing damp.
She finally opened the door.
Then she peered inside.
The soft glow of candles lit up the room, giving it a certain surreal look.
Or was it because it was his room…
She shook her head at the thought.
The bed was perfectly made … and he wasn't on it.
Everetta stepped further into the room, in search of the man with the deep voice that had summoned her.
There he was, seated in front of his desk. He seemed to be writing something.
What was he even writing?
"Close the door." He said without looking back at her.
She did as he asked and waited.
When there was no further instruction from him, she walked towards his bed and settled down on the edge.
"Give me a moment." She heard him mutter.
He wore a loose night shirt and breeches underneath, his feet bare.
"Are you going to take long?"
