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One perfectly maintained feathery brow quirked at that. “I see,” she drew the word out before continuing. “Well, whatever it is, I picked some things out for you and if you need any help with sizes or returns, I still have all the receipts. Just leave them near the elevator and I’ll be happy to return them.”

She gave me a big smile, before cooing, “I’m so happy you’re here. We’ll hopefully get to know each other better soon.” She fluttered her fingers in a farewell wave and hustled out of my bedroom.

I heaved out a relieved sigh and opened the door of the closet to grab some clothes to change into. I could only stop and stare at the racks and rows of clothes that hadn’t been there previously. Gaping at everything, I made my way over to the tiny corner where my clothes had comfortably fit before.

I’d only ever seen this much clothing in stores. Never in my life had I thought I could own anything like this. I shook my head. No, I didn’t own them. They came with the job.

Still, as I flitted through the racks, looking at tags and touching all the soft materials, excitement bubbled in my stomach along with a tad bit of possessiveness. I didn’t want to give anything back, ever.

Gasping as I saw the stacks of shoes and purses that were granted their own shelf, I tucked my clasped hands under my chin, my pose worshipful. No, I wouldn’t be giving anything back. I was going to get my grubby fingerprints on everything until they couldn’t be returned. Squealing with glee, I spun in a circle in the middle of the gigantic closet.

Chapter Seventeen

Penelope

I smoothed my fingers over the cashmere of the sweater I’d pulled on for the millionth time. At this point, I probably looked like a pervert because I kept touching myself, but there was no one around to look at me in Dristan’s home, so I didn’t care.

I hummed happily as I made my way to the kitchen. The array of fruits on the island had a happy squeak leaving my lips. I hurried closer, already grabbing and squeezing them. There was a platter of toast, eggs and cereals that I completely ignored, pulling out the cutting board to make myself a fruit salad.

I was just finishing up as Dristan entered the kitchen. His broad shoulders filled the entryway from the bedroom and I almost swooned where I stood. He had his jacket tossed over one arm, his crisp white shirt fitting his body like a glove, his muscles bulging underneath and his tie open around his neck.

His stutter-step as he spotted me made my face heat. His yellow gaze dragged down my body and I’d never felt more sexy in my life.

“You look beautiful,” he said, moving to lean against the island opposite me. He licked his lips as he laser-focused on my exposed cleavage.

I struggled to smother a smile, preening in my knowledge that this big, handsome male couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. “Thank you for the clothes. And for having Estrella set everything up for me.”

He nodded with a grunt, his gaze not budging an inch. I was finally beginning to understand his grunts as a form of communication. This one would be translated as “You’re welcome.”

“Do you think I could work with Fionel today?” I asked him. “Since I’m not too familiar with the layout of your files? I don’t want to bother you with the basics.”

I watched his expression become thunderous, his brow dropping into a stern frown and those sharp yellow eyes grudgingly popped up to meet mine. “No,” he snapped. His response was sharp and succinct before he went back to his previous ogling, his face relaxing once more.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “Dristan, I saw your schedule for today. You don’t have time to walk me through every little thing.” I leaned against the island, grabbing a fork for my fruit salad and Dristan tilted his head at it before grabbing a fork for himself.

“You’re smart,” he argued with a shrug. “I can’t imagine it’d take long for me to teach you.” He stuck his fork into my salad and I smacked the back of his giant hand with my fork.

He didn’t even flinch, taking a bite of the fruit and nodding toward my bowl. “Make some for me,” he demanded.

I huffed at his bossy tone but decided to ignore it, passing the bowl to him and starting again on my own. “You realize that you have meetings all morning,” I snipped. “And that means that if I can miss them and work with Fionel—”

He cut me off, making a slashing motion with his hand before tucking into the fruit salad. “No. I already told you, you’re working with me. Not Fionel.”

“You’re the most stubborn male I’ve ever met,” I huffed, going back to cutting.

He grunted and I took that one to mean “Yes I am, and I don’t care what you think, pitiful human.”

Scowling at him, I watched him finish off the fruit salad before eyeing my bowl again curiously. I held up the knife I was using to cut the mangoes I had in front of me and he grinned at me. My knees went weak at the expression. He was so handsome it was unfair.

He grabbed the platter of eggs instead, helping himself while I shakily went back to my fruit.

Focus, Pen. This is your boss. Your sexy as fuck boss, yes, but still your boss.

“I want you to get used to being in those meetings with me. Giving your opinion,” he said, oblivious to the silent argument I was having with myself.

“I don’t think I’m qualified to give my opinion,” I murmured, ducking my head.

“You will be when I’m finished teaching you. We’re not there yet,” he huffed, narrowing those piercing eyes at me. “And I never want to hear that from you again. You need to understand your worth.”

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