I shimmy again and then head up to my new bedroom to take a shower and get cozy. I don’t know where Rome is, or when he’ll be home, and I don’t want to text him and bother him when he’s working, but I need to send this shopping list to someone.
Luke.
I decide to send it to Luke.
Me: Rome told me I should make a grocery list. Here it is. If anyone has any questions, I’m happy to answer them. Thank you.
I send it off and then start the water in the shower, and while that heats, I wipe my face with makeup wipes and brush out my hair so it doesn’t tangle as much when I wash it.
The hot water feels divine on my weary muscles. There’s even a handheld nozzle that I take down, set on blast, and press to my lower back.
I’mtired.I’m used to being on my feet a lot, but not for long shifts behind a bar. It’ll be good to have a night off.
Although I do plan to be on them in the kitchen all day. Does that count? I don’t know.
With a smirk, I hang up the nozzle, then shave my legs, wash my hair, and step out to dry off.
After moisturizing my face, I find a blow-dryer—the expensive kind—in a drawer and use it to dry my hair, which takes half the normal time with this awesome appliance.
When I step out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, I jump when I see Rome leaning in the doorway.
And he lookspissed.
Twenty-Eight
ROME
Iwant to take my firefly to bed and lose myself in her for several hours before we curl up and fall asleep for the majority of the day. I got word from my men that she went to the gym this morning with Scarlett, and she’s since gone back to the penthouse. The thought of her being in my home fills me with satisfaction.
Mine.
After our encounter in my office, the night went to shit. I’m ready for the distraction of a gorgeous woman.
Mygorgeous woman.
“Get some rest,” I say to Luke as we ride up in the elevator. “Be at my place by six this evening.”
“I just got a text from your girl,” he says, surprising me.
I narrow my eyes. I don’t like Eloise texting Luke unless it’s an emergency.
“What did she say?”
“It’s a grocery list.” He turns the phone so I can see it. “What do you want me to do?”
“Send someone out for the fucking groceries,” I reply and stare at him like he’s stupid. “But from now on, requests will come through me.”
He smirks and nods, and the elevator stops at his floor. “I’ll take care of it. See you later.”
When the doors close again, I take a deep breath. It seems I need to have a talk with Eloise.
I stride over to my door and nod at the two men standing there.
“Some groceries will be delivered later. One of you can come in and put the cold stuff in the fridge.”
They nod, and I step inside and close the door, then stop and listen.
I don’t hear her bustling around downstairs, and by the way the air is still, I can tell that she’s not down here.
