Chapter 8: Pre-Marital Assets
Soleia turned her head at the sound of his voice, her fingers slipping from the door handle as she backed away. When met with Orion Elsher's stern gaze, she sucked in a deep breath through her teeth.
"Well?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.
His reminder quickly pulled Soleia back. She peered behind him, trying to find the figure of the woman he had brought home, only to find none.
"She is in the bath," Orion said, easily reading Soleia's actions. "You, on the other hand, are somewhere you shouldn't be."
He took a step forward, forcing Soleia to move back.
"So, pray tell, what are you doing here outside my study?" Another step forward. "Are you looking for me? Perhaps the conversation we had prior to this was not conclusive enough. Or..."
He took another step forward, this time, corner Soleia against a wall. Her back was pressed against the surface, her heels backed against the corner as she was forced to look up at the imposing figure standing before her.
Soleia's breath hitched in her throat as Orion reached forward, raising her chin with just his index finger, forcing her to meet his eyes. They were dark, boring holes right into her soul as he stared down at her like a predator eyeing its prey.
Strangely enough, when his finger grazed her chin, she felt as though she had been shot. There was a rush of electricity that flowed through their point of contact, like lightning illuminating the skies. Even his eyes lit up for a second, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it came, too soon for Soleia to catch anything worthwhile.