Mason Nightshade paused in rifling through the documents upon hearing the words, looked up at her—she wasn't wearing a dress, nor high heels, but a simple women's suit.
The white shirt made her skin appear whiter and softer, with a black scarf tied in a bow at the collar. Her black pants were a few inches short, revealing her beautiful ankles. Her hair wasn't tied up, letting the long, curly black tresses fall naturally over her shoulders.
Aurelia Shaw took the hat, put it on, tidied her hair, concealing her stunning and beautiful little face behind the hair and brim of the hat.
Mason was quite satisfied with that—her neck was elegant and beautiful, undeniably tempting to a man. Especially when looked at from behind…it gave one an impulse to pin her against the wall and mercilessly ravish her.
"Hmm." Mason emitted a monosyllabic sound from his throat, lukewarm and indifferent, as if unaffected emotionally by her strength.
