By the time they made it out of the walk-in closet, both of them looked dangerously attractive and mildly unhinged. Tessa had gone with a loose silk blouse that screamed "casual rich witch," while Parker settled on a dark grey shirt that could legally be classified as a thirst trap.
Not that he'd admit it.
"Damn, we look like we're about to ruin someone's marriage," Tessa said, tossing her hair.
"Let's make brunch awkward," Parker replied, grabbing her hand like they were co-conspirators in a petty crime.
Downstairs, the kitchen was already alive. Music played low from some hidden speaker system in the living room, a chill beat that gave the mansion that "cool rich people live here" energy. Elena was done casually tossing massive grocery bags onto the counter like they were filled with air and not enough supplies to feed a damn army.
She noticed Parker first—her spine straightened, just slightly. Subtle, but there. That unspoken shift when the boss entered the room.
