Rachel’s POV.

I walked downstairs after getting dressed.

“Miss Beaumont,” one of the maids calls out as I go downstairs.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Reid is in his home office; follow me, please,” she says, to which I nod.

I trail behind her like a lost puppy, my hands getting cold for some reason.

Darius isn’t supposed to have that much effect on me, but he does, and it sucks.

God!

As we got there, she ushered me in before walking away. Gulping ...