Once the message was sent off, I dropped my shoulders and ran back to open the door.
Kian smiled knowingly. “Feel better now?”
“I would have felt even better if you hadn’t woken me up.” I scrunched my nose at him. “Please come in.”
He wore a tan suit over a crisp white dress shirt, once again looking as though he’d spent the morning posing for a magazine cover. His hair was slightly tousled, the kind of effortless mess that only made him more striking.
His bodyguard came into the room too, making the space feel smaller, and I groaned.
“Seriously, Amir, I won’t hurt Kian while wearing my teddy-bear pajamas.” I scratched at my nest of morning hair, already regretting every life choice that had led to this moment. I shot Kian an exasperated look. “Can’t he just wait outside while I pack?”
Kian’s eyes flicked to his bodyguard, amusement dancing openly in their depths. He didn’t say a word, but the wordless command had Amir stiffening. He gave his boss a reluctant nod and exited with adramatic huff, the door shutting a little harder than necessary behind him.
Instantly, the room seemed to crackle with electricity.
“Well,” Kian said lightly, clapping his hands once. “Where should we begin?”
I eyed him warily.
“Fair warning,” he added, entirely too pleased with himself, “I’m efficient, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m any good at it.”
I stared at him. No one should look that excited about packing unless they were a control freak—or planning an unsolicited meet-and-greet with my underwear.
“Are you a pervert?” I blurted out.
His brows shot up in genuine surprise. “Like… in the bedroom?”
My face heated. “Umm. I meant in general.”
“Huh.” He tilted his head, considering this far too seriously. “No, I don’t think so. Though I admit your line of questioning is rather peculiar.”
I folded my arms. “Are you really offering to rummage through my stuff? My undergarments?”
He chuckled, eyes flicking toward the open suitcase on the bed. “I told you that I’m efficient. I meant I’ll dump everything into your suitcase. Clothes, toiletries, dignity. All of it.”
“Oh.”
That wasn’t what I expected.
“When we get back to the villa, you can sort it out,” he continued smoothly. “Or delegate the task to the housekeeper.”
“Umm…” I glanced helplessly between him and my suitcase, suddenly very aware of how exposed my entire life was in drawer form. Especially the one containing my vibrators. “How about I do one drawer and you do the rest?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I ran over and paused, throwing a glance over my shoulder. “Turn around, please.”
My cheeks had to be burning because his eyes traced every line ofmy face, dark amusement shining in them. But to his credit, he did so without comment.
The moment his back was to me, I rushed to move my toys into the suitcase, then threw some undergarments and pjs on top of them.
A relieved sigh left me. “I need to take a shower.”
Something bright and mischievous sparked in his eyes as he watched me squirm. He was absolutely enjoying this.
“You do that,” he said. “I’ll keep going.”
I nodded and yanked open a drawer, grabbing the first halfway-decent outfit I could find, then disappeared into the bathroom and, just to be safe, locked the door behind me.
