Page 9 of Knotting on Heaven's Door

“Fine. But only if there’s dessert.”

He smiled like I’d just made his night. “The truffle risotto here’s actually amazing. Not like that disaster they served at the mating ceremony tonight.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, pushing up on one elbow.

He glanced at me, clearly not reading the shift in my expression. “I mean, come on, it was mushy. No flavor. Honestly, it was kind of sad for an event that expensive.”

“Thatsad risotto,” I cut in, tone clipped, “was catered bymycompany.”

Silence.

Sebastian blinked once. Then sat up straighter. “Wait. You’reAda de la Vega?”

I stared at him. “How do you know my last name?”

He grinned, slow and wolfish. “Nice to meet you properly,” he said, extending his hand with mock formality. “I’m Sebastian.”

I didn’t take it. I just stared, trying to figure out what kind of cosmic joke this was.

“Yournewemployee,” he added, smug as hell.

“What?” I said, completely thrown.

“According to your assistant, Mila,” he said, shaking my limp hand himself when I didn’t move, “I start tomorrow.”

My mouth opened. Then closed.

No words.

Nothing.

“Truffle risotto aside,” he said with a wink, “I’m really looking forward to working...under you.”

CHAPTER 3

Sebastian

Ada shot out of bed like the sheets had caught fire.

One second, she was soft and warm in my arms, flushed from the kind of orgasm that could make a man believe in fate and the next, she was cursing under her breath, dragging her dress off the floor like it had personally offended her.

I stayed exactly where I was, still naked and lounging against the pillows, watching her with no small amount of amusement.

“What thehellis happening?” she muttered, yanking the zipper up her side with jerky movements. “How? How is this evenpossible?”

I folded my arms behind my head. “Morning confusion, charming naked man, mild regret... sounds like a great night to me.”

She glared at me. “Shut up.”

I didn’t.

Instead, I smirked and added, “You’re welcome, by the way.”

She tossed my shirt at my face. It landed with a soft thud. I caught it as it slid down my chest and pulled it on slowly. “In my defense, I didn’t know you werethatAda de la Vega.”

“Right, because people usually fuck strangers they work for.” She stormed around the room, looking for something—possibly her dignity, but more likely her shoe.

“You’re not technically my boss yet,” I pointed out, watchingher bend down to check under the couch. “My contract goes into effect tomorrow, remember? So if we’re splitting hairs, you did nothing wrong.”

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