Eleanor had no real intention of showering first.
She didn't trust being alone in this house with Julian.
In the Cross estate, with no one else nearby, if he wanted to try anything, resisting him would be nearly impossible even with her grandfather-in-law down the hall.
And the last time he'd forced her, she'd fought as hard as she could. It hadn't mattered.
Julian, typing away at his laptop, noticed the silence stretching on and glanced up.
Their eyes met, and Eleanor felt, for a split second, like he'd read every word of what she'd been thinking.
He smiled that usual flatness in his eyes, curving into something warmer, magnetic in a way that felt dangerous.
Before she could speak, he stood and disappeared into the bathroom first.
Eleanor let out a breath once she heard the shower
