Chapter 901

Rosalind had been lingering near the doorway when Lucian's imposing figure appeared. His shadow engulfed her instantly, and she instinctively retreated—only to misjudge the distance and nearly collide with the wall.

Lucian's arm shot out, his hand settling firmly around her waist. With effortless ease, he pulled her flush against him.

Their bodies pressed together, close enough that Rosalind could feel the heat radiating from him. Her lashes fluttered in surprise. "Mr. Graves—"

He tilted his head, studying her. "Why so nervous? Just because you're asking for my Instagram?"

At that moment, Rosalind deeply regretted agreeing to Vivian's request. This had been a terrible idea.

"If you don't want to give it to me, that's fine—"

Before she could finish, Lucian tightened his grip, yanking her fully against his chest. The crisp, masculine scent of his cologne enveloped her.

Rosalind immediately lifted her hands, pressing them against his firm chest to create distance. "Mr. Graves—"

His gaze dropped to where her palms rested. "Careful where you're touching."

She froze. That hadn't been her intention.

Yet beneath her fingers, she could feel the hard planes of his muscles, taut and defined. Had he been working out more lately?

Flustered, she jerked her hands back. "Sorry."

Lucian arched a brow, amused by her reaction. "Still want my Instagram?"

"I didn't—"

She meant to clarify that it was Vivian who wanted it, not her.

But before she could explain, he said, "Fine."

Wait—he was actually giving it to her?

Rosalind had fully expected a refusal. Lucian was always so aloof, so unapproachable. And wasn't he involved with Genevieve now? Why would he share his Instagram with another woman?

"It's the same as before. Just my name."

"Right." Rosalind nodded stiffly. "You can let go now."

But Lucian didn't release her. His grip remained firm.

Just then, a voice called out. "Rosalind? Where are you?"

Lillian. She was searching for her.

Rosalind tensed. "Mr. Graves, let go! If Lillian sees us like this, she'll get the wrong idea!"

She tried to push away, but their bodies were already pressed tightly together. The friction between them sent an electric jolt through her.

Lucian's breath hitched. "Stop moving."

Rosalind stilled. And then she felt it—the unmistakable shift in his body.

Oh no.

With a sharp shove, she broke free and bolted from the room.

Lillian rounded the corner, frowning. "Rosalind, why are you so flushed?"

Rosalind touched her burning cheeks. "It's nothing. Just... overheated."

Lillian blinked. "Overheated? It's freezing today."

Rosalind didn't answer.

Vivian found her moments later. "Well? Did you get it?"

Rosalind handed her a slip of paper with Lucian's name. "Here."

Vivian's eyes sparkled. "Oh my god! You're amazing!" She immediately pulled out her phone and sent a follow request to Lucian's account. Now, all she had to do was wait for approval.

Rosalind glanced at the screen. Would he accept?

Meanwhile, Lucian stood in the kitchen, his body still thrumming with restless energy. The memory of Rosalind in his arms lingered, refusing to fade.

He strode to the window and flung it open, letting the cold night air rush over him.

He needed to cool down. Fast.