Page 81 of Love Bites

Damian

No, but I’m not hungry anymore

I’m logging into the security cameras as we speak

Me

I’m rolling my eyes, because there’s nothing sexual about this situation

Damian

Your ass looks good in those jeans

I snorted, putting my phone in my pocket and rolling my eyes at the nearest security camera for good measure.

I made a quick stop in the kitchen. After politely requesting a plate of whatever was cooked and ready at the moment for the king, someone put a tray in my hands, and I headed to the elevator. I’d only been to Damian’s office a few times, and never for more than a few minutes, but I wouldn’t have a problem finding it.

Damian met me at the elevator on the floor of his office, smoothly taking the tray from my hands. “You didn’t need to get me breakfast.”

“You bring me food all the time.”

“I’m your mate.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Well, thank you,” he said, letting me step into his office in front of him. I noticed that a second desk had been set up in the large room, and frowned.

“You’re sharing an office with someone now? Who?”

“You.” He set the food down on “my” desk.

I opened drawers, looking for proof that it wasn’t actually mine, but didn’t find anything. “Why do I need a desk in here?”

“My decorator seems to think you’re going to be involved with running my wing of the Manor. She couldn’t be convinced otherwise. I think Lou’s whispering in her ear. I’ve just been using it as a table.”

He sat down in “my” chair, cutting into his food immediately.

I took his seat, my gaze moving over the mountains and valleys of paperwork. “I’m surprised you guys don’t do everything online.”

“Almost everything is. These are just the things that have to be printed.”

“Like what?”

“Case files I’ve been sent by the neutral territory’s reception desk, formal requests, and documents that have to be signed in person. A lot of them have to do with my nightclubs and other properties.”

I picked up a stack and leafed through it, whistling when I saw all the colored tabs indicating where to sign. It looked like a real estate contract of some kind.

“Your tablet is in the top left drawer,” he said.

I opened it up, finding an expensive device in a glitter-encrusted case.

“It matches you,” he said with a wink.

“Hey, I’m not glittery anymore.”

“Just a little. There’s still some on your side of the bed. I see it on the backs of your thighs and in your hair sometimes.”

“You enjoy that, don’t you?”

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