“I’m wearing trousers tomorrow,” I grumbled, dropping my packaging into his bin.
“Why don’t we work from home? It’s Friday.” He winked.“That way you won’t need any clothes at all.”
“You’re trying to get me fired,” I said, eyeing him.
“No. Of course not,” he said, frowning as he actually considered the logistics of it.“You’d need to be written up a few times first. Then management would need to discuss your performance issues with HR and put you on an improvement plan. It could take ages to get you sacked.”
“Or I could infiltrate the entire building’s water supply,” I said casually, walking toward his door.
The journey was not pleasant.
My inner thighs were wet from him dripping out of me.
“Wait,” he said sharply.“Don’t do anything rash. I was joking.”
“So was I,” I said, laughing as I opened the door.
Chapter 53
Conrí
After two weeks of incessant pestering, it was finally happening.
Nika was moving into the penthouse.
Everyone had been told to keep their distance for now—with the exception of Cuán, who was constitutionally incapable of keeping his distance from anything. I’d explained to Nika that he’d suffered several incidents of head trauma in his childhood which had left him a little slow.
I wasn’t entirely sure she’d bought it. She knew he ran Dáire Financial Services.
“Is that the last of my boxes?”
She stood in the middle of my bedroom surrounded by her belongings—some stacked in the spare room, others open around her feet, her life unpacked and settling into my space like it had always been heading here.
I set the final two boxes on the bed.
“Yes.” I glanced around my functional grey bedroom.“If you want to change anything, feel free.”
Her eyes went straight to the dark grey feature wall.
“It does remind me of the British weather.”
I was about to defend myself—it was a considered aesthetic choice, dove grey was timeless, the duck egg white was a deliberate counterpoint—when the doorbell rang.
“Charles, tell him we’re not in,” I called.
“Let him in.” Nika placed a folded stack of clothing into the drawer without looking up.“Perhaps Bad Girl will chase him off again.”
I took a deep breath.
Then another.
“Hello?” His voice made me take a third.“Are you all decent in there?”
“Would you care if we weren’t?” I replied.
“Knock knock,” he said, whilst actually knocking on the open bedroom door.
I pressed two fingers to my temple and covered my eyes.
