Emmeline returned the erotic novel to its place on the shelf in the private library upstairs and carefully slid it into the space between the other books.
Just then, the folded jacket she had hidden among the other dust jackets to disguise its real nature caught her eye. It was Zavian’s jacket that he had lent her at the gym a few days ago.
She took the jacket out, holding it close to her face and inhaling the lingering masculine scent.
The rich, spicy aroma had a powerful effect on her, causing her heart and thoughts to spin out of control as her body went numb with a peculiar tingling sensation.
She quickly shoved the jacket back into its hiding spot and hurried to prepare to welcome her mother-in-law, who could be considered even worse than her dead-beat son.
The doorbell rang b
