Page 38 of His Queen

“I prefer to call it organized chaos.”

“What is all this?”

I breathe and take in his expression. Now that Leandra has somehow peeled the thick layer of denial off my eyes, I can see it. “You know,” I say, not taking my eyes off him. “You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

He doesn’t even try to hide it. “I did.” He sits opposite me, straightening his tie while his blue eyes pierce through me. “I knew you’d be too stubborn to do as I said.” A smile tugs at the edges of his lips. “It’s one of the reasons I love you, Hummingbird. You make my life…interesting.” His voice is calm, but the warmth of his words settles in my chest like honey.

“I wouldn’t dare to make your life boring.”

“Of course not.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugs. “Just like I knew you’d be too stubborn to do as I say, I also knew fighting about it with you would have done me no good.”

“So, you decided just to let me do it even though you don’t approve because you tried to avoid a fight?”

The way he watches me, his gaze set on mine, eyes unblinking, a thought pops into my head. And his silence confirms it.

“Oh, my God,” I huff, falling back in my chair. “It’s you. The roses. You’re behind it, aren’t you?”

He simply smiles, and I can’t help but break into a wide grin myself, even though I should be furious. “You sneaky bastard.”

“You want an apology?”

“Oh, please. I know better than to expect an apology.”

“Good.”

“Anything else I should know about?”

“Let me think.” He settles back, placing one leg on top of the other. “There’s the bridesmaid dresses.”

“What about them?”

“There’s a slight chance they might all be the wrong sizes. Oh, and then there’s the traces of salmonella in the tiramisu.”

I smirk. “Tiramisu isn’t on the menu.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not. I would know because I did the menu…Oh, my God, you’re sabotaging the dessert.”

The mischievous grin on his face is both sexy and arrogant.

“Salmonella?” I blurt in disbelief. “Don’t you think that’s taking shit a bit too far?”

“Not when it comes to you, no.”

“You can kill someone.”

He licks his lips, not a trace of concern on his too-damn beautiful face.

I get up and walk to stand before him, settling back against my desk, gripping the edge. “So, your plan was to sabotage the entire wedding, and what? Get me fired?”

“Exactly.” He nods, visibly chuffed with himself.

“Do you care that you’ll be ruining the most important day in a bride’s life?”

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