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so alive and full of passion it made her tremble with yearning.
    After the song ended, the room filled with a deep silence. Yet he didn’t let go, and neither did she. Sitting quietly, they kept clinging to each other until there was no longer any reason for it. Suddenly, the stillness became pregnant with meaning. The mood in the room shifted, the tension between them suddenly all too palpable.
    Ava’s breathing turned shallower when Nic’s hands slowly started to rub up and down her sides. She swallowed hard. Was he doing what she thought he was doing?
    She slowly inched closer, timidly putting one hand on his thigh. Neither of them spoke while Nic’s hands kept caressing her, sliding further up to her ribcage so his thumbs lightly brushed the sides of her breasts. His breathing was uneven against her forehead when he slowly leaned into her, making her hand ride up his thigh. Her fingers trembled as she inadvertently touched the slight bulge in his groin. Oh God – he was turned on just by being close to her. It made her feel strong and powerful.
    Nic’s strong hands hesitated for a few beats before they gently palmed her boobs, making her quiver under his touch. There was no doubt now what he was doing. Ava didn’t dare look up at him, afraid she would break the spell if she did. She just exhaled shakily, her breath ragged as she arched her back to push her breasts into his hands and feel him closer. Her mouth landed in his neck, trailing soft kisses up his throat.
    At that instant , the doorbell rang.
    Nicolas froze in her arms. He sucked in a breath, scooting back, scrambling to sit up straight and look her in the eye. Speechlessly, she stared at him. He blinked and swallowed hard. “Ava,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to. I just – wanted…” Helplessly, he turned away from her.
    “I’m sorry,” she babbled. “I just thought that – I mean, what were you…”
    “I have to leave,” he said, abruptly getting up and stalking off into the hallway. Ava cursed under her breath. Whoever was standing on that doorstep would be her sworn enemy forever. God knows what would have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted.
    She tried to bite back tears when she heard Clea’s v oice drifting down the hallway. Oh, brilliant – her misery was complete now. Nicolas was going to take the passion she’d stirred in him upstairs and let it play out with Clea in his arms. She hated him for letting her in, and she hated the Elite woman who seemed to have such a hold on Nic. When she heard the two of them walking away from the sitting room, Ava crossed the room and kicked open the door leading to the kitchen, her fists clenched in rage.
    “Oh my God,” she gasped when she turned around and suddenly spotted Mrs. Pipps sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of hot tea. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”
    Margaret shrugged. “That’s all right,” she replied. “I think Clea disturbs me more.”
    Ava bit her lip, giving a little eye roll. “Yeah, I hear you.”
    “Come.” The housekeeper pointed at the chair nearest to Ava. “Have some tea with me.”
    How long had she been here , sitting at the table and listening in? Had she heard their voices from the living room? Ava awkwardly poured herself a mug, not looking at Margaret observing her from across the table.
    “ He doesn’t love her, you know,” Mrs. Pipps mumbled softly.
    Ava tried to control her trembling hands. Stubbornly, she stared into her mug. “What does it matter?” she said dejectedly.
    “A lot.” Margaret poured herself more tea. “He doesn’t sing for her. He doesn’t dance with her. She doesn’t bring him joy.”
    Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger all at once. “What do you know?” she snapped. “Don’t tell me things like that. There’s nothing I can do.”
    “Of course there is,” Mrs. Pipps told her in the same tone she used to scold Patty and Tom sometimes.
    Ava looked up. “Well, what do you