In the end, Evelyn Grant was sent home in a daze.
Preston Keaton drove her home himself. To be honest, Evelyn had been so flustered by his teasing that she'd wanted to stay. But Preston simply looked at her for a moment, then with a faint smile, he tucked a sweat-dampened strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear. He leaned in close, his scorching breath brushing against her ear, but the words he spoke were utterly merciless.
"Go home."
She lifted her small, flushed face, her eyes veiled in a misty dampness that was exceptionally captivating.
The pad of his finger slid suggestively from Evelyn Grant's neck to her collarbone. He remained calm and composed. "I can wait."
His "I can wait" was clearly brimming with pressure. A shiver ran through Evelyn Grant. Her intuition told her that once she returned to Veridia, she would truly be at his mercy, with no one to turn to for help.
