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“How special?” I ask.
“He’s just an assistant,” Eli says with a grumble.
“I prefer special assistant. Seems mysterious and cool.” I grin at Leonardo, who smiles back.
“I’ll take you to your room,” Sam says.
“I will do it.” Eli slides to my side. “You can get on with your tasks.”
She nods, turns, then leaves, followed by an army of her mini-mes.
“She totally scoured the entirety of the UK and Europe to find her own world-domination minions,” I mutter. “We’ll talk about that reshuffle later, Sam!”
She doesn’t even acknowledge me.
What a thrill. Not only do I have to deal with Eli, but also with his most loyal sidekick and the woman who loves and nurtures his monstrous nature.
While I love Sam, mostly because Aunt Elsa loves her, she’s too standoffish and uptight for my liking.
I glare at Eli. “Is this like a punishment?”
“Believe me, you’ll feel it when I punish you, Mrs. King.”
He waltzes to the stairs, leaving me in an alarming state of hyperventilation. I slap a hand on my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow down and stop being in utter shambles.
What the hell is up with that?
Was he flirting with me or threatening me?
At any rate, I shouldn’t feel warm because of it.
I follow him, partly because I have no choice and partly because I need a distraction.
I catch a glimpse of the sitting area’s decor and pause upon seeing pink paintings, sofas, and even a pink-and-white rug.
Did Eli and Sam let me decorate?
They had to have let me since Eli’s favorite color is the shade of his soul, black, and I’m pretty sure Sam is allergic to bright colors and would contract a serious case of nausea at seeing all the pink.
The sitting area upstairs also contains a grand champagne-pink sofa. A huge pink crystal chandelier hangs from the high platform ceiling and the halls are filled with artistic pink paintings.
Ten out of ten for taste. It’s mine, so of course it’s perfect.
My head bumps into a wall, and only when I inhale the intoxicating scent and get assaulted by the warmth do I realize it’s actually Eli’s chest.
I was so preoccupied with my spotless taste that I momentarily forgot I wasn’t alone. And the bastard definitely stopped abruptly and turned around on purpose.
I glare up at him. He smiles.
I glare harder. His grin widens.
“My, Mrs. King. We just got back and you’re already throwing yourself into my arms? Control yourself, would you?”
I jerk away. “It was anaccident.”
“One of many.”
“Stop it.”
