Davis entered the study, closing the door quietly behind him. His expression was, as always, impeccably neutral, but his sharp eyes likely took in the faint flush still lingering on his master's face and the almost imperceptible tension in Ryan's posture as he tried to shift subtly in his chair, adjusting his clothing. Davis, however, gave no outward sign that he noticed anything amiss, simply waiting respectfully for Ryan to acknowledge him.
Ryan cleared his throat, running a hand briefly over his hair, forcing his mind away from the lingering scent of lavender and the softness of Suzy's skin. He turned his full attention to his aide, his gaze sharpening, the earlier heat replaced by a familiar, calculating coolness. "Davis," he said, his voice steady now. "You have news?"
