Page 23 of Bossed By the Orc

“They were busy,” I gritted. “Working on that presentation that you didn’t even listen to. For weeks.”

He contemplated me for a few more moments before grunting again and turning back to his desk. “Good.”

Baffled and confused, I waited for a long moment before realizing that Dristan had ended the conversation. Rolling my eyes again, I wondered if they would stick that way—the way my mother had once warned me they would—now that the frequency of the eyerolls had exponentially increased in his presence.

I faced the desk as well, watching as he pulled his e-mails open. “This is how I want you to sort my mail. You’re going to take this task from Fionel.”

I watched as he meticulously sorted through his mail, snatching a blank pad from his desk to take notes.

Chapter Fourteen

Penelope

I smothered a small yawn in my palm as Dristan listened to someone speaking orcish on the other line. The day was full of learning and scrambling.

My newest realization was that Dristan was a beast when it came to efficiency. There wasn’t a spare minute in his day— he used every one of them.

There were definitely some things that could easily be passed on to someone else—like myself or Fionel—but the male was bound and determined to keep the heavy lifting for himself.

He glanced over at me, his eyes softening for a moment before he glanced at the clock. It was well after midnight and my empty stomach made a loud gurgle in protest.

We hadn’t had a chance to eat all day. At first I’d been too distracted with learning to even notice. Dristan’s lessons were fast and furious and there was no break in between.

He cut off the other male on the phone, mid-sentence, hanging up and facing me. “You haven’t eaten.”

I quirked an eyebrow, smirking at him. “Neither have you.”

He waved that off, standing and ushering me out of the door. I barely had the chance to grab my things. Scrambling after him, I rolled my eyes as he passed Fionel’s empty desk. The male had peeked in on us earlier, shaking his head at Dristan and giving me a sympathetic look before waving farewell as he headed home.

“Is your day always this full?” I yawned, my eyes watering as I stretched on our way down the elevator.

“Mostly,” he murmured, and I noticed his eyes were on my breasts as I arched my back. I immediately straightened, my face heating with embarrassment.

Being around the male all day was easing me into being around him. When his complete and utter attention wasn’t directly focused on me, it was easy to forget that his intensity was brewing beneath the surface at all times.

“We’ll eat when we get home,” he told me, his gaze skimming down my rumpled clothes.

“Did you want me to make something?” I asked, remembering the pantry and refrigerator filled with ingredients I would love to experiment with.

“You cook?” Dristan’s brow furrowed as he gave me an incredulous look while we exited the elevator.

I nodded, my enthusiasm shining through as I said, “I love cooking. I just haven’t been able to do much of it lately.” I looked away from him, too uncomfortable to admit that it was because I didn’t have enough money in my budget for real ingredients.

I’d been sustaining myself with cheap instant ramen, cereal, and eggs. His pantry was overflowing with a plethora of healthy, delicious looking foods and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.

His wide brow furrowed and he ran a big palm over his mouth. “There’ll be food ready for us tonight. Won’t you be too tired?”

I shrugged as he led me toward his SUV. He opened my door—a consummate gentlemale—and I waited for him to be seated before I continued our conversation. “I don’t mind cooking for us if it’s okay with you.”

“It’s not a part of your contract,” he told me, his voice gruff. “I don’t want you doing anything because you feel obligated.”

I smiled at him, leaning back in my seat. “I never feel obligated when it comes to food.” I grinned over at him and he made a low sound of agreement that resonated in my pussy. I looked away immediately, swallowing hard as I pretended to not feel anything for him.

“What do you like to eat?” I asked, tilting my head as I studied his profile.

He quirked a proud eyebrow as he glanced my way. “Are you asking if I eat raw meat and ground bones?”

I grinned at him. “Well with your attitude, it’s a reasonable question.”

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