Zane shoved him aside, his expression darkening with a flash of possessive irritation.
"Don't ruin it," he muttered, straightening his collar as if protecting a secret. "And keep your distance. That scent isn't for you. Go to your whores,"
While Noah stumbled a step back, Damien walked into the scene quietly.
Noah's eyes danced with intense curiosity as he pressed.
"Those whores doesn't smell this different even though they smell nice too." His lips paused at the troubling thought while her frowned. "But wait! That's not Maura's scent. This is too soft. Too intoxicating. Have you found someone new, Zane? Who is she?"
"It's Ms. Selina's," Eloise corrected, her voice full of knowing amusement. "That's her shampoo."
Noah's jaw dropped. A sharp gasp tore from his throat. "God! I heard you slept over at her place, but I didn't think you'd actually... intimately share a shower!"
