CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR – DEVOTED TO MR STONE

With shaking hands, Scarlett unlocked the door and pulled it open. There he stood, imposing as ever in his trademark dark clothes and mask obscuring his features. "Mr. Stone," she breathed, equal parts relieved and apprehensive to see him. "What are you doing here?" Rather than answer, he simply pushed past her into the apartment, glancing around with an unreadable expression. Scarlett felt her pulse quicken as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her. Spinning on her heel to face him, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I wasn't expecting you," she said, proud of how steady her voice sounded despite her inner turmoil. At last, Mr. Stone turned his piercing gaze on her. "Scarlett," he rumbled, voice laced with an undercurrent of tension. "I need to know what's going on." Scarlett blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? Going on with what exactly?" In two strides, Mr. Stone closed the distance between them until he was looming over her, jaw set in a hard line. "Don't play