Shivers

ELSIDA

He hadn’t changed, not even a bit.

Save for the rough stubble gracing his defined jaw, there was nothing uncharacteristic about him.

“I must admit Princess Elsida, I was anticipating a welcoming collaboration with your nouvelle brand but now I’m not quite sure if it is a match for my empire.”

Ahh, there was the ever-bright personality.

I school my face into a practiced calm and give him my most formal smile.

“Mr. Benoit, I’m sure we can formally discuss this, surely there is a way we can come to a compromise?”

I had no clue what we were trying to compromise for.

Julien was just being difficult and he knew it.

He knew what my custom prints could do for their fashion line or else, he wouldn’t have traveled to Spain for this.

He arches an amused brow at my calm facade, a stark contrast to the treacherous beating of my heart.

“Well then, since you’ve finally graced me with your presence, I suppose one conversation wouldn’t hurt.” He takes a seat opposite and crosses his legs, hi