Elliot Sheridan just stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette and watching her.
Once she was finished, Georgia Thorne was ready to head back.
Elliot Sheridan stood in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the path and making it difficult for her to leave.
"Mr. Sheridan, could I trouble you to step aside?" Georgia Thorne craned her neck to look up at the man's handsome face.
Elliot Sheridan exhaled a puff of smoke. "Georgia Thorne, come out. We need to talk."
He tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, crushed it under his foot, and walked out of the room.
This was the first time he had ever called her by name. Strangely, her heart gave a hard thump.
'How strange. What could they possibly have to talk about?'
This was her second time in Elliot Sheridan's room.
Standing in the doorway, she timidly stole a glance at Elliot Sheridan, vividly remembering the last time she was here—the sight of him fresh from his shower.
To her dismay, the tips of her ears flushed red again.
