my bath.
I gasp when I open the closet. My clothes are hanging neatly next to his. My duffel bag, backpack, and books that were in my car line the bottom row. How did he find my car? Did he break into it?
And there are more clothes in my size next to mine. Mostly work clothes it seems. Heels I will never wear line the bottom of the closet.
Who did this? It sure wasn’t Knight. I’ve had to do everything from getting his coffee to answering his phone. I’m surprised he didn’t want me to wipe his ass when he takes a shit. There is no way he did this. How many other assistants does he have? And why does it seem he dumped the most work on me?
Questions for later. Right now, I need a bath. I grab my sweatpants and a T-shirt and carry them to the bathroom where a large tub sits in the corner. The tub could easily fit four people, and I’m going to have it all to myself.
I turn the water on as hot as it will go and add soap so that bubbles form. Then I strip and step into the tub, and everything else disappears. I close my eyes and doze in the tub. When I’m finished, I’ll order some pizza or something and then collapse in the bed. I don’t have time to argue with Knight tonight. Not if I have to do this again tomorrow.
Everything melts away. The hate. The pain. The aches. The lust. All of it. I don’t think about Knight. I’m lost in my own world until I take a deep breath. My stomach growls as flavors of Mexican food drift up to the bathroom.
I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and it’s almost midnight now. I couldn’t afford anything in the cafe downstairs, and I didn’t want to ask Knight to pay for my lunch.
Please let Knight still be at work or already in whatever bedroom he’s sleeping in now. Please don’t let him be downstairs.
I get dressed quickly and creep downstairs, careful of what I’m going to find.
“You like tacos, right?” Knight says smiling, pleased with himself as he sits at the bar where he has two plates of food. One sitting in front of him, the other in front of an empty chair for me.
“Good job, you remembered I like tacos,” I say sarcastically as I approach the bar slowly like it’s a trap.
Knight hasn’t changed out of his suit. He’s removed his jacket and tie, and his sleeves are rolled up. Otherwise, he still looks all business.
He pulls the chair out for me, and I take a seat. I stare down at the glorious tacos, my mouth watering.
“Eat,” Knight commands.
I sigh. He likes bossing people around. We are going to have to work on that.
But I’m too hungry to fight him right now. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth.
“Oh my god! This is the most delicious thing,” I say with my mouth still full. I take another bite and then another.
“Did you order these from somewhere or did your cook make them?”
He raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t order them, and I don’t have a cook.”
“Then who cooked these?”
“Me.”
My mouth gapes as I stare at Knight. There is no way he made these. The tortillas are homemade, along with the green chile sauce, and the pork tastes like it’s been stewing all day.
“Liar. I thought you would always be honest with me. There is no way you had time to make these. I bet you can’t even cook toast without burning it.”
“I don’t lie. At least not to you.”
I blink rapidly, not understanding. But when I examine his kitchen, I notice the dirty pots and pans stacked in his sink. I notice the spilled sauce on the counters, and when I look at his shirt, I spot the drops of grease on his shirt. He cooked this.
“Thank you.”
He smirks. “Don’t thank me. I would have cooked something whether you were here or not. It’s my time to destress.”
“You don’t go to the gym for that?”
I blush when he realizes I’m talking about his hot body.
“I do, but cooking helps me wind down before I sleep.”
I nod and eat more of my tacos.
“I still hate you, you know.”
He stills, then nods. “I know.”
“It’s what you wanted though, isn’t it? You want us both to hate each other.”
Again, he nods.
“Well, mission accomplished. We hate each other. You don’t have to worry