just look at me

She gave him a sloppy smile and raised herself on her elbows, not the least bit intimidated. “Any nightmare from you ought to be worth having.”

Much to his surprise, his humor returned, ”You have no idea, Linda.” He threaded his arms back into his dress jacket, “Now if you excuse me, I seem to remember the very tempting date I left

downstairs.” He opened the door, “I seem to have some dreams of my own.” He then left.

She collapsed back on his bed throwing an arm over her forehead staring at the canopy that draped over the bed, and found she had difficulty focusing on one spot. “shit.”

Jason saw the same brunette from the stairs, watching Lucas closely as he disappeared into his study. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. He should have taken a closer look at her earlier. She was either a fortune-seeking female or by the eagerness on her face, a reporter. He would tell Lucas about her.

“Elsa,” he said softly. He placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head to face him, “Elsa.”

She stir