Sylas had company today.
Jocelyn sat at the opposite side of his desk, legs crossed and looked more sophisticatedly beautiful than before.
Theodora was sure it wasn't up to thirty minutes since rehearsals ended, and the woman had managed to change her clothes, touch up her makeup and let her hair fall down her back. The skirt she was wearing was short and had a slit going further up her thigh.
When Theo walked in, Jocelyn stared at her like she had just interrupted something very important.
"Can we help you?" Jocelyn asked, as though she owned the office.
"I came to see the Professor,"
"Could you come back tomorrow?" She suggested, her eyes still glaring but her tone annoyingly soft and fake, "We are in the middle of something very important," She shifted slightly, and her skirt rode up a little higher.
There was a slightly musky scent in the air, and Theo froze.
No way!
