Page 24 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
“Your housekeeper slash chef slash personal shopper slash whatever.”
“You mean I don’t have to cook or clean or…”
“Yup. You’ve got it made.”
“Huh.”
He finished chewing as he stared at me. “What?”
“Nothing. I just…” I let my voice trail off. “I kind of like cleaning. And cooking. I’ve never pictured myself having a housekeeper.”
“Trust me, you love Ellen.”
“Where is she?”
“She cooked and ran. James is trying to make sure you’re not too overly stimulated.”
“So waking up to you in my bed wasn’t supposed to be jarring?”
“You tell me.”
I laughed. “It was.”
“In a good way?” He flashed me his charming smile.
“Oh yeah, in a great way.” Honestly, it hadn’t been so bad. He was much more fun to hang out with than James. “So I was thinking maybe I’d go for a run this morning.”
“Nah, you don’t want to do that. How about you do some yoga or something?”
I glared at him. “No, I want to go for a run. I’m craving the wind through my hair.”
“I think you’re supposed to be taking it easy for a few more weeks.”
“I need to get rid of all this fat.” I gestured toward my stomach and laughed awkwardly.Seriously, where did this belly come from?“I’m going to go try to find a pair of sneakers.” I stood up and started walking toward the stairs. I couldn’t wait to get some fresh air.
“Penny?”
“I’ll be right back.” I grabbed the railing.
“Wait.”
“It’ll just take a second…”
“You’re not allowed to leave the apartment.”
I froze on the first step. I’m not allowed? I thought about last night when it seemed like James was keeping me prisoner. Part of me wanted to believe it was the wine giving me an overactive imagination. But apparently my memory was perfectly intact from at least one day ago. I walked back over to the table. “What do you mean I’mnot allowed?”
“You know what I mean…psh.” He was trying to backtrack. But he wasn’t getting off that easily.
“Honestly, I have no idea what you mean. Are you saying that I’m actually not allowed to go outside?”
He looked so sheepish. “Technically you are. I guess. I mean, of course. But James would prefer if you didn’t leave. And if you do…it should be with him.”
“Seriously? Why?”
He just stared at me.
“Why,Robert?” I emphasized his name as I glared at him.
