From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 509

Chapter 509

Anthea typed back: "Where are you right now?"

Sherman replied, "I live right next door to you."

"Seriously?" she shot back, adding a laughing emoji. "Seriously," he confirmed.

"Then come over to my room."

A minute later, Anthea heard a knock at her door.

Wait-he really does live next door?

She set her phone aside and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside was a tall, well-built man, his features half-shadowed under the crystal hallway light. His lips were pressed into a reserved line, a quiet chill clinging to him, but at the corner of one eye, a tiny red birthmark caught the light, matching the small cross ring on his finger.

A strange mix of priestly calm and devilish allure.

"You really do live next door?" Anthea asked, surprised.

He nodded, just barely. "Yeah."

Anthea had just showered. Her hair fell damp around her shoulders, and she wore

a silk camisole nightdress that showed off her pale collarbones and smooth skin,

the delicate fabric tracing elegant lines down her body.

The silk was thin, and Sherman, who stood a good eight inches taller than her, only had to glance down to catch a glimpse of—

Something inside him seemed to explode.

Heat swept through him.

away, he reminded

a beat, keeping his composure. "I just

go grab a late-night

let me

Sherman nodded again. "Okay."

Anthea closed the door.

minutes later, she

a plain white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and

youthful energy. She could make anything look good-clothes seemed to come alive on her. Sherman fell

as she turned to him. "You're from Capital City, right?

place nearby

nodded. "Lead the

a sleek

and

gave a small nod.

"Yes, sir."

the car door and looked

She slid Sherm

seat, and

ever shielded her heavel

roof with

eyes widened in

had Mr. Christensen ever

staying

was finally about

eleven, Capital City was just coming alive. Neon lights flashed everywhere, painting

turned onto an old street that felt as if it belonged to another era. Whitewashed walls,

had two little lanterns glowing out front, as if the place had slipped

the window

historic street left in

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