Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 117740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Alas… I had no choice. My only other option was a terry towelling bathrobe, and I could hardly walk around with absolutely no clothes on beneath that, either.
Nor could I hide forever in this room, as tempting as that sounded right now.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, wrapping the robe around my body and securing the belt at my waist. At least it was long enough that it touched my knees and big enough that it completely hid the shirt beneath it.
It was this or put my trench coat back on.
Somehow, putting a trench coat on over his shirt while not wearing a bra seemed a little too wacky, even for me.
For all the chaos I partook in, playing with fire was not something I was inclined to do, and something told me that putting my coat over Oliver’s shirt was playing with fire.
A wildfire.
In a drought.
I sighed and checked my phone again. Why was I an idiot who hadn’t brought a change of clothes? And why was my best friend an idiot who wasn’t bringing me a change of clothes?
If she was off flirting with someone and leaving me in this predicament, I was going to let Hades shit on her strawberries.
I tossed the phone back on the bed and resigned myself to my fate. I’d already been here for almost two hours—if I waited any longer, not only was I going to look like a coward, but Oliver was probably going to come looking for me.
Letting him find me in a bedroom in my current outfit was not on my bingo card for today.
I took a deep breath and poked my head out of the room, clutching the robe at my chest. Maybe I could convince Oliver to take me home now. Two hours was long enough for me to cool down and swear not to cause any more trouble, wasn’t it? Surely, he’d believe me now.
Ah… it was nice to have dreams.
I scurried along the hallway and down the stairs. I had to get to his office while encountering as few people as possible, and definitely not Bruce. Preferably not that bloody spy of Oliver’s, either.
Although not wanting to encounter that nosy prick had less to do with my attire than it did my general desire to never lay eyes upon his face again.
I reached Oliver’s door having seen only two women dressed in the same outfit Jennie was wearing, and they thankfully paid me no mind. Either they knew about the crazy lady in a bathrobe running loose around the estate or they were professional enough to pretend I didn’t exist, but whatever it was, I was endlessly grateful for them.
I knocked on Oliver’s office door and put my face close to the frame. “Oi. Let me in.”
The door opened slowly, and an eye appeared perfectly in line with mine. I shrieked, jumping backwards, and clutched at both the top and bottom of my robe as the belt loosened.
“You have no manners,” Lucas said, disapproval dripping off every word. “It’s been two hours. What have you been doing?”
“I’ve obviously been investigating the manor to see what secrets I can dig up on your boss,” I replied.
“In that dressing gown?”
“I thought it would look more natural than the black latex bodysuit I had stuffed in my backpack.”
He wrinkled up his face in disgust. “Well, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but—”
“Stop winding her up, Lucas,” Oliver said from inside. “I’m the one who takes the brunt of her temper. Let her in.”
“Ner-ner.” I poked out my tongue as I made my way inside.
“You’re so childish.” Oliver raised his head, then paused. “Huh. You really are in a dressing gown.”
Darn. The rotten git was in his glasses again.
If that didn’t give me a straight hit of horny hormones, I didn’t know what would.
I re-secured the belt and dropped onto one of the sofas, sighing heavily. “It was the best of many bad options.”
“I had clothes set out for you.”
“Yes, but you’re considerably taller and larger than me. I’m lean from continuous manual labour. What on Earth made you think those ginormous trousers of yours would fit around this lovely waist of mine?”
He tilted his head to the side, a teasing smile curving his lips. “So, what are you wearing, princess?”
Ugh.
“As if I’m going to answer that with Mr Pervert over there by the door.” I cocked my thumb towards where Lucas was still standing, staring at me with an irritated expression.
“I’m no pervert,” he snapped.
I held out my hands and shrugged. “You should have thought about that before you snooped on me, Mr Pervert.”
“Oli…” Lucas grumbled. “Why is she still here?”
As if I want to be.
“Divine punishment. For you and me,” I retorted.
Oliver rubbed his temple. “Don’t worry about her. When are you leaving for London?”
“Oh, you’re going to London?” I leant over the back of the sofa and pointed at Oliver. “Are you taking this nuisance with you?”