Page 92 of Aiden

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I had three days off to collect myself, well not completely…I worked at home and got so much more done since Aiden likes to take at least three ‘meetings with his assistant’ a day. I’m not complaining though.

I feel refreshed. A weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Now, I can focus on healing those pieces that I’ve held on so vigorously to for so long.

My phone rings.

Aiden’s husky voice warms my ears. “Emilia, come into my office a moment.”

I happily walk in and smooth my skirt down.

Aiden sits behind his desk, his arm casually draped over the back of his chair. His cuffs are undone. He looks casual yet powerful. He twirls a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the crystal, which breaks me from my trance.

“Can I help you with something?” I smile.

“So ready to please.” He murmurs, setting down his glass and raking a hand through his styled hair, turning it into an instant perfect mess.

I try not to bite my lip and instead, roll my eyes playfully. “What is it, Aiden?” I tap my heel against the marble tile.

“My maid is sick. Find me a replacement.” He looks out of the large windows in thought.

My heart sinks. “I’m so sorry. How long does she have?”

He cocks an eyebrow, studying me in amusement. “What? She’s not dying, Emilia. She can’t make it in for the rest of the week, so I’m going to fire her. Hire me a replacement.”

I scoff. “You’re joking right? I won’t do it.”

He stalks over to me, trailing his long fingers down my top. His hands graze the side of my breast as I try to keep my emotions in check.

“Do I need to remind you who is the boss here? That attitude of yours will get you nowhere here.” He smirks.

I step away from him. “Let me clean. She can return next week.” I say, with finality in my voice.

He crosses his arms. “I won’t allow it.”

I groan. “Please, she doesn’t deserve to lose her job.” I bat my lashes.

He sighs. “Baby, You’re mine. I own this company. I won’t allow it. Understand?”

I smack his arm. “There’s nothing wrong with honest work.”

He scans me before glancing out at the empty office. “No. No way are you–”

I give him the best puppy dog eyes I can manage. “No one’s here. Let me clean. I’ll do it after hours.”

“You can start with my office.” A slight smirk appears on his features.

I jump up and down before kissing his cheek. Thankful, he didn’t argue further but simply closes his door and returns to his desk.

“So, where’s the cleaning stuff?”

I open the closet he gestures to, grab a duster and make my rounds around the room. I’m on my tiptoes cleaning a mantel when he chimes in with amusement.

“You missed a spot.”

I roll my eyes, not bothering to turn around. “Where, if I may ask.”

“The coffee table against the wall below you.”

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