CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

I step into my office after another grueling day in court. Those old hags seem to have a knack for making my life more stressful than it needs to be. My gaze falls upon Amelia, curled up in the brown armchair by the window, utterly engrossed in a book resting on her lap. The soft golden rays of the setting sun filter through the glass, bathing her in a warm glow that accentuates the gentle curves of her face. She hasn’t even noticed my arrival, so lost is she in the words before her. 

Curiosity piqued, I quietly pad over and peer over her shoulder to glimpse what has her so enraptured. My eyes widen as I read the first few lines. I didn’t know she read such books. So much hard sex, and I can’t believe she’s reading it with a straight face.

“Amelia!” I call out. She startles, the book tumbling from her hands as she whips around, eyes wide like a deer caught in the lamplight. How endearing she looks, flustere