Page 95 of Bred By the Sheikh

I had to swallow before I answered.

“I didn’t know either.”

“Well, now we both do.”

She glanced at the time.

“We still have the gala tonight, and I want your notes cleaned up before we leave tomorrow.”

Amanda kept talking.

“We’ll finish the handoff in the morning before your car. You can sleep on the flight.”

I smiled because that was what I was supposed to do.

“Sounds luxurious.”

“You’ve been spoiled.”

“You have no idea.”

Her brows lifted.

For one terrifying second, I wondered if she did.

Then someone called her name from the meeting room.

Amanda turned back.

“Eat lunch before the gala. I’m serious.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Being spoiled doesn’t exempt you from basic human maintenance.”

I watched her walk away.

Tomorrow morning, I wasn’t going to live upstairs anymore.

I went to see Goblin.

***

I found her in the private residence twenty minutes later, sitting in the center of an upholstered chair as though she’d inherited it.

One small toy mouse lay beneath the coffee table.

Another had somehow ended up beside a decorative bowl that probably cost more than my monthly rent.

A member of the household staff stepped around a third toy without changing expression.

I pointed.

“How many of those does she have?”

The woman smiled.

“More than she had this morning, Ms. Campbell.”