Elon shut the door behind them. Rain shushed the storm outside, while their clothes steadily dripped with water. He turned to face her. “Hmm. It seems you still got wet, despite the cloak.”
She ducked her head to conceal her a pleased smile. She’d had to nudge the cloak back to allow rainwater to soak her dress, but now things were going perfectly. Her dress was soaked through, gripping her figure. Unfortunately, her hair didn’t look as enticing wet as it did dry, but that couldn’t be helped at the moment. Goosebumps dimpled her skin and she had to clench her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, but if her efforts succeeded, it’d be worth it.
She fumbled with the clasp with numb fingers, and to her delight, Elon came to her rescue, brushing her hands aside and undoing the clasp for her. The cloak pooled around her feet in a soggy heap.
She swept her eyelashes up to glance at Elon. She’d never try to seduce a man, but she was fairly certain it involved batting your eyelashes. She fluttered them, imagining them to be the graceful wings of a butterfly.
“Is there something in your eye?”
She stopped blinking. It seemed she’d have to resort to other methods. “No.”