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“Yeah, thanks Linda!” Jenna called out as the older woman disappeared through the doors.
Mark shot her a boyish grin before taking a sip of his coffee. “You look nice.”
“Yeah, thanks for the clothes. I’ll be sure to wash them and give them back to… Mindy, or your butler… or whoever.”
“They’re yours to keep,” Mark said firmly.
Jenna opened her mouth to argue but was interrupted by a buzzing sound coming from Mark’s phone. Picking it up, he put it on speaker.
“Yes?”
“Movers are here, sir. Should I let them up?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Mark responded.
Jenna stared at him after he set his phone down, waiting for an explanation. Mark took another slow sip of his coffee and picked his newspaper up again.
CHAPTER 12
“Movers?” Jenna prompted, already not liking where this was heading.
“Yes. I had them bring your things over from your apartment so you can start to get settled.”
“You had them… what? They just went in my apartment andtookmy stuff?” Jenna could feel her face heating again, but she wasn’t embarrassed this time.
She was pissed.
“When did you even?—”
“I made the call after you passed out last night. I told you that this is your home now,” Mark said calmly, obviously not buying into her sudden shift in mood.
Jenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The absolute balls this asshole must have to simply decide for her that she was moving in with him.
“I can’t believe you would do this!” Her tone was sharp and her voice was louder than it probably should be, but she didn’t care.
Mark folded his newspaper again, set it down, and leveled her with the most no-nonsense look she could have imagined. “Do you need a reminder about what happens when you don’t let me take care of you? Because I’m sure the movers wouldn’t mind if I deal with you right here as they do their work.”
Jenna crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, still fuming.
The elevator doors opened and two men entered the foyer, each carrying a large box. “Where do you want these, boss?” one of them called over to Mark.
“Upstairs in the master bedroom is fine,” he called back.
The men began climbing the stairs and Jenna pushed her chair back loudly before standing up. Her car was still in the shop, but she had the money Mark had given her last night. She could grab an Uber and head… where? To her empty apartment?
“Sit,” Mark said sharply, surprising Jenna enough that she fell back down into her chair. “You don’t get to run from me again.”
Jenna lowered her eyes to the table. Had her intentions been that obvious?
“Tell me how you’re feeling.” His voice was softer now.
This felt foreign to Jenna. Not many people in her life had cared enough to ask about her feelings, so she’d never learned to express them very well. She took a deep breath, thinking about what she wanted to say. Mark didn’t rush her, just watched her with gentle eyes.
“I don’t think I’m ready to just move in and be your full-time concubine,” she finally said.
“Who said that’s what you would be?” Mark asked.
“You did! You said my job was sucking your cock now. And then last night, you said I was your whore, and you literallypaid me for my orgasms!”
