Kiss of Crimson by Samantha Coville & Fionn Jameson

Author:Samantha Coville & Fionn Jameson [Coville, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

Ten

Arden

“You’re not taking me to another club, right?”

I could hear the mischievous smile in her voice.

“No, but I would suggest that you wear something you are not too worried about getting dirty.” I paused for dramatic effect. “I’d hate to be responsible for ruining your favorite outfit.”

She groaned good-naturedly. “Oh God, we’re not going rock-climbing or mud-wrestling, are we?”

I was momentarily shocked into silence at the mental image of Eloise all slick and shiny with sweat, her chest heaving up and down as she fought to catch her breath…

“—shirt is okay?”

I shook my head and focused back to my present. “Sorry, what?”

Her laughter sounded like clear silver bells on a cold winter day. “Jeans and a T-shirt. Yay or nay?”

“That’ll be fine. See you soon.”

As soon as the sun went down, I ventured out and picked up an inquisitive Eloise, who was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves.

I was going to have a hard time keeping my eyes on the road, that was for damn sure. Over the past few weeks, I’d seen Eloise relax around me more and more, the two of us becoming comfortable in each other’s presence.

“I guess no matter how much I ask you, you’re not going to tell me.”

“You would guess correctly.” I winked. “But if you must ask, this has something to do with a favorite topic of yours.”

Tapping her lip with a forefinger, she looked up, her brow furrowed. “A favorite topic of mine…”

Chuckling softly, I revved out of the driveway and southbound.

The drive wasn’t long, maybe about a half hour or so, peppered with the occasional comment from Eloise about a particular dog in another car or a funny billboard.

Normally, this kind of inane chatter would have made me want to undo my passenger’s seat belt and then stomp on the brake.

Normally.

But nothing about Madame Hart’s daughter was remotely normal.

I found myself laughing along with her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Being with her, that is.

As if it was something that I had done a million times over… and would do for another million times.

But too soon, I drove into Sunset Grove’s gated community, with mansions that were even more stately than Eloise’s, all of them with their own security guards and fences covered with the most expensive security systems.

My destination was a large four story behemoth of a mansion at the end of a cul-de-sac, the house barely visible behind an eight-foot tall wrought-iron fence and a thick copse of towering oak trees.

Eloise let out a small sound of appreciation. “What an absolutely lovely house.”

I smiled. “Wait until you meet the owner and see what’s inside.”

Coming to a stop next to the intercom, I pressed the button.

“Arden de Charpentier, here to see Lady Beatrix.”

The muffled response could’ve been in Hindi for all I could tell, but the gates clicked open and slowly moved aside so I could drive in.

Beatrix Houlihan awaited us outside the front doors, a stately butler supporting her with a hand at her bony elbow.

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