Chapter 1: Introduction
Warm, golden beams of sunlight spilled through the arched windows of the Greek Revival mansion. Every so often, they'd catch the surface of an ornate chandelier or a polished marble pillar, casting elaborate patterns around the room. Glimmering crystals formed interlocking trajectories high upon the elaborately painted ceiling. Broad staircases with lustrous banisters curled around the first floor, brushing against delicate art that carried whispers of its upper-class providence.
The entrance hall led to several rooms, as well as the grand ballroom; it was here that Mr. Rowe was entertaining prospective employees.
"Sofia," he called out, pushing back his chair. Specks of dust floated in the sunlight that colored the expansive space. Her name felt strange on leads to a dance between two strangers.
She stood slowly, her eyes lowered. In the soft light, he caught glimpses of a beautifully sculpted face.
Her high cheekbones, obscured by the dark veil of her hair, were faintly blushed, complementing the supple pinkness of her lips. Mr. Rowe couldn't deny the flutter of curiosity.
"Come closer," he urged appreciatively.
Slowly, she responded, approaching with a graceful step, shyly averting her gaze. He reached out for her delicate hand, glanced briefly at her fingers before lifting her eyes with a gentle tug. Her mesmerizing eyes reflected a myriad of questions.
"You don't understand me, do you?" she asked in her native tongue.
Mr. Rowe felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation as his eyes wandered down her body. "No, but the language of desire is universal."
A faint blush crept over her cheeks. A burst of confidence surged through him. He wanted her, now.
Cupping her face, he pulled her closer. Her big brown eyes locked onto his. The tension in the room was palpable. "You're beautiful, Sofia," he said, intently.