“No.”
“Are you sure? I can come back.”
Zayn looked over at me. The way his dark eyes flickered had my mouth going dry.
“I’m sure, but you will not say a word to anyone about what you saw in here.”
I heard the girl he’d called Remi scoff.
“The entire staff already thinks I must give you sexual favours because you’re nice to me. They’d hardly bat an eyelid at you having a chained-up girl.”
Zayn scowled, and his attention snapped back to Remi.
“They think what?”
“Chill out, it was a joke.”
“Jokes are meant to be funny.”
The woman he was talking to came around and leant against the desk on Zayn’s other side. She had dark hair, green eyes, and golden skin. The way she smiled at Zayn made my stomach churn.
“Yeah okay, Mr Serious.”
And just like that, Zayn smiled back at her. I’d never seen him smile that way before. Not with such affection and care.
What the hell? Who is this girl?
“What do you want?”
“For you to tell me who that is.”
Remi indicated me with her head.
“None of your business.”
She pouted.
“Fine, I’ll ask her myself, shall I? Is she even allowed to talk?”
Zayn sighed and shook his head.
“This is Arianna. She’s staying with me for the time being.”
Remi leant across Zayn to look me in the eye and gave me a smile.
“Nice to meet you, Arianna. Watch out for this one, he’s mean.”
“Remi.”
She straightened and put her hands up.
“Okay, I see when I’m not wanted. I only came in to say hello. Also, you remember the client who asked for the foursome scene on the club night?”
Foursome?
I knew Zayn’s club catered for all sorts, but I hadn’t been expecting that.
“What about him?”