Elliot Sheridan found a blushing Georgia Thorne to be more delectable than any feast.
A feast of her would be more than enough.
Elliot started the car, placing one hand over Georgia's.
Blushing, Georgia pulled her hand back and told him to focus on driving.
These days, there were far too many accidents caused by minor distractions.
"A lot of reporters have been trying to get pictures of me lately. If you want to go public with our relationship, you don't have to disguise yourself." Elliot looked at her, leaving the choice in her hands.
Georgia, of course, chose to disguise herself. 'The pressure of being known as Elliot Sheridan's woman would be immense.'
All of Portmire was crawling with socialites and heiresses who adored him, not to mention countless ordinary women who were fans and called themselves his wife.
Georgia put on a mask and sunglasses, checked the mirror, and used her hair to cover the rest of her face. It was basically impossible to see her features.
