Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(23)

“Are you taking me to the new place? Or should I spend the night at Hawk and Evers’s?” I was exhausted and had no time for his games.

“The apartment is ready for you. It’s also been stocked with basic groceries, so we’ll go there.”

“Is there a reason you aren’t speaking to me this week?” I didn’t hide the aggravation from my voice.

“We agreed to a truce. We aren’t friends. So, I think it’s best we keep things professional moving forward. Especially seeing as we’re going to be back in the office.”

I nodded, even though I had no idea what he was talking about. We were never friends, but at least he used to talk to me, right?

“Yes, sir, boss man.” I saluted him.

“This is the shit I’m talking about, Minx.”

“Well, calling me Minx isn’t professional either, you hypocrite,” I hissed as the car came to a stop in front of the grand building.

Gallan helped me out of the car and handed me my suitcase. He smiled and winked at me as I took the handle from him.

“Thank you for being a kind gentleman.” I said it loud enough for Wolf to hear as I stormed toward the building with my suitcase rocking behind me as I pulled it along. I honestly didn’t even know why I was so mad. I didn’t like that he wasn’t speaking to me. As much as he bothered me, I looked forward to being annoyed by him each day.

And now there was just… nothing. Like he’d dismissed me. My ego didn’t like that… nor did my vajazzle.

I felt his presence move beside me, and he yanked my suitcase from my hand, and I fought him as much as I could before I nearly stumbled.

“Goddamn it, Dylan. Just give me the bag!” he shouted.

I couldn’t remember the last time he’d called me Dylan, but I didn’t like it. There was no playfulness anymore.

I let him have the bag, and I marched beside him into the building. He introduced me to the doorman, Hugo, who was in his mid-fifties and had kind eyes.

Unlike the dark blue icicles that stared back at me when we stepped onto the elevator.

“Are you going to try to get me fired and break the ninety-day agreement? Is that what this is about? Because if so, give me a heads-up so I’m not blindsided.”

He blew out a frustrated breath and shook his head. “What? No. I agreed to the ninety days. That hasn’t changed.”

He stalked off the elevator with my large suitcase and his small one stumbling behind him.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? You already admitted you aren’t a man of your word when it comes to the enemy. And I’m clearly the enemy,” I grumped from behind him as he slipped a key into the door and pushed it open.

And, oh my gosh… This place would have taken my breath away if I wasn’t so angry at the jackass in front of me. It was stunning. Marble floors and large windows overlooking the city. It was the most magnificent place I’d ever seen.

And Hawk and Everly’s penthouse was dazzling, so that was saying a lot. I wandered into the modern black-and-white kitchen, which was sleek and sexy with fancy appliances. The refrigerator was all glass. I could look right into it, and there were bottles of Pellegrino and baskets with fresh fruit and vegetables. I’d never seen anything like it.

“These are your keys. We’ll both use Gallan to go to and from work, seeing as we’re living in the same building. I’ll text you his number so that if you need anything, he’ll be at your beck and call. My father had your car brought over here and parked in the garage for you, so if for any reason you need to drive somewhere, you call downstairs to the valet, and they’ll pull it up front. I’ll text you that number, as well. And there’s also a twenty-four-hour concierge here if you need anything.”

“Wow.” I walked out of the kitchen and faced him as he stood in the foyer near the front door. I couldn’t wait to explore this place. “This is really amazing. Thanks.”

I didn’t want to look at him because he was still being a jerk, but there was something about him that made it impossible to look away.

He nodded and moved toward the front door.

The man was so confusing I couldn’t figure him out.

At least when we were fighting, I knew he hated me.

“For the record,” I said, as his hand wrapped around the door handle. “I didn’t put anything in your orange juice. It was just a joke. Clearly, I forgot that you can’t take a joke because you have no sense of humor. You’re all broody and pissed off and distant half the time,” I said. While still mid-sentence, he stunned me by whipping around and yanking my hand toward him, spinning me so that my back was against the door.

“Stop fucking talking, Minx.” His face was so close to mine, his warm breath tickled my cheek as anger radiated from his body.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you pompous ass.” I shoved at his chest as he crowded my space.

“I’m your fucking boss,” he growled. His hand moved to my cheek, and he held it there. A soft caress that I wanted to lean into, but I couldn’t trust this guy. It was such a confusing moment because his words were all angry fire, but his body was warm and comforting.

“How can I forget when you remind me every day?”

He used the pad of his thumb and traced along my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking aggravating. So far under my skin, I can’t fucking see straight.”