"Eloise, unless you have changed your earlier answer, we must stop before I become a brute," Damien said, his voice strained.
Eloise reluctantly pulled away from Damien, taking deep breaths to collect herself. "I understand the excitement of doing it here," she said, her chest rising and falling as she held Damien's gaze. "Oh, we are near," she said after catching a glimpse of the scenery outside.
"And where is here?" Damien questioned, wiping his lips to remove the traces of their kiss. "A manor?"
"It belongs to the Countess. I would like the two of you to meet. Now, I must warn you that she can be a little distant at first. She says that with her age, she doesn't have time to spare to be pleasant to anyone she doesn't know or like," Eloise said, fixing Damien's shirt as she spoke, her fingers working quickly down the buttons.
"I like her already," Damien replied.
