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Cutting me off, she pushed me out of the door.
“I’ll print those papers.
You go on.”
Heaving a sigh, I went to the golden elevator and hopped in.
There must be some guards up there to control the unwanted accesses.
They know Tess, but not me.
Would they even let me pass?
Should I call Caleb for permission first?
Too late, I was already there.
As the doors opened, my suspicion was right.
There were indeed two huge built guards hovering outside.
But much to my surprise, when they saw me, something flashed across their faces as they stood straight and greeted me with polite nods.
Guess I was allowed.
Flashing a smile at them, I walked through the spacious corridor.
But there was a second barrier.
A fingerprint scanner beside the door.
Damn it!
Now how would I go inside?
I should just go back and try to get these stains off somehow without wasting my time here.
Just as I turned to go, one of the guards appeared before me, his eyes on the floor.
“My apologies for blocking your way, miss.
But if you don’t know, you have access to the penthouse.
You just have to press your thumb on the scanner.”
I frowned.
I had access?
But how?
When did Caleb collect my fingerprint for it?
Confused, I turned around and placed my thumb on the scanner.
And it did recognize my identity and unlocked the door.
Whoa!
Strange.
Still surprised, I thanked the guard and walked inside before closing the door.
And I just stood there for a moment.
The entire penthouse did justice to Valencian’s name.
Stunning would be an understatement.
The white marble and dark paneling, and the combination of classy white and grey furniture, just enhanced its beauty.
Remembering the shortage of time, I went upstairs, not knowing where to go.
And then I entered the master bedroom.
Not even a single thing was out of place.
It felt like no one really lived here.
It definitely wasn’t the room Tess visited.
Because she wasn’t the one to keep a place tidy like this.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, I padded inside the walk-in closet.
Seeing the tons of ironed suits, jackets and other clothes lined up in the racks, I assumed it was Caleb’s room.
The closet was filled with the smell of laundry.
Even the clothes seemed untouched.
I couldn’t wear his suits, so I searched for some T-shirts or something I could fit into.
And I did find one in the back.
Though it seemed too big for me, I could somehow adjust myself into it.
Going back into the bedroom, I placed the black T-shirt on the bed and collected some more tissues to pat on the stains my jeans had.
They weren’t that noticeable, so I just rubbed on the wet patch a few times and let it be.
The T-shirt was big enough to cover them, anyway.
Throwing the tissues into the silver bin, I went back to the bed and removed my sticky blouse.
Once I was done wiping the dampness on my chest with it, I flung it on the mattress.
As I grabbed the T-shirt, the door of the bedroom flung open, and soon followed a curse under someone’s breath, making me freeze in my place.
FOURTEEN: HIS SCORCHING TOUCH
C lutching the T-shirt tight against my chest, I whirled around.
My breath caught in my throat.
There, he stood rigid beside the door, hand clenched around the knob as his darker than ever stormy gray gaze preyed on my almost half naked body.
Even with the T-shirt before my chest, I felt naked under his scorching stare.
Curse the moment I decided to go braless due to the thick cotton blouse!
“What are you doing here?
Get out!”
I screeched as he stood there immobile, staring at me shamelessly.
My outburst seemed to pull him out of his trance.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath.
Once those gray pools opened again, instead of leaving, he closed the door behind him and stalked towards me.
Eyes like saucers, I stepped back.
“W-what are you doing?
Get out of the room!
Right now!”
Only when he was inches away from me, then did he stop.
With his jaw clenched, his gaze went back to roam my bare shoulders to my bare waist, leaving a tingling sensation behind in their wake.
I was frozen in my place, my head screamed to run to the washroom, but my legs weren’t moving.
I didn’t flinch when he raised his hand and tucked a strand behind my ear.
Even though I was alone with him in this whole penthouse, there wasn’t any fear in me.
“You’re telling me to get out of my own room, Rosebud?”
he rasped in his deep Greek accent.
Flaming stare set onto my parted lips.
Only then I noticed how his shirt was half done, displaying the fine ripped muscles of his chest.
I bit my lip.
“Don’t do that if you want my hands to stay away from you.”
A groan reverberated through his chest as he pulled my lower lip out with his thumb, giving it a slow and feathery brush.
A jolt shot through me, making me stumble away.
With my heart in my throat, I managed to say, “D-do not touch me.
Get out or else…”
He stepped closer.
“Or else?”
My eyes flickered around as I kept backing away.
“I-I will…”
What could I do?
Moving away from him, I ran for the washroom and closed the door behind me.
A booming laughter followed behind.
I cursed under my breath.
In the mirror, I found myself all hot and crimson, out of anger, embarrassment and… something else.
Something I felt when he watched me with those eyes and touched my lip.
Something I didn’t want to address.
What was he doing here, anyway?
He said it was his room.
That meant this was his penthouse, and not Caleb’s?
But then why did Liza say it was Caleb’s—oh!
So ‘the boss’ meant Ace?
I thought she was Caleb’s assistant, so she might refer to him as the boss.
God, I’m such an idiot!
Then something clicked.
If Ace was ‘the boss,’ that meant he organized that office for me?
That beautiful office I was so comfortable working in?
And here I thought it was Caleb.
I didn’t know if I was flattered or irritated.
That man vexed and confused me, and at the same time amazed me.
What does he actually want from me?
The roses and gifts every morning.
Why’s he doing all this?
Still weak in the knees, I put on the T-shirt and looked at myself in the mirror.
It engulfed me whole.
It was his…
Without realizing, I took the fabric and sniffed.
A disappointment filled me as only laundry powder’s smell was what I got.
I shook my head.
What was I doing?
I had to be strong.
I couldn’t let him affect me in that way.
With a new determination set, I took a deep breath and walked out.
He wasn’t in the room anymore, neither was my stained blouse.
Where did it go?
Once I was in the hall, he was still nowhere to be seen.
Good for me.
I just wanted to disappear from here without facing him again.
I could come later sometime to grab my blouse.
I almost let out a sigh of relief when I reached the door without any interruption.
“Going somewhere, Rosebud?”
I stilled.
Turning around, I sent him a glare.
He was now changed into a white shirt and dark suit jacket.
“Yes, any problem?”
My eyes widened as the door didn’t open when I pulled it.
I tried again, but no avail.
What was wrong with it now?
I remembered about the fingerprint scanner, but there wasn’t anything like that beside the door either.
“Why isn’t it opening?”
A smirk tugged at his lips.
“Because I locked it.”
“What?
But why?”
I scowled.
“Open it, I’m going to be late for the meeting.”
He shrugged.
“I’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind if you get late.”
The nerve of this man!
He talked about my boss as if he was referring to someone else and not himself.
“Open this door right now, Ace.”
Something flashed over his orbs.
Closing the distance, he stood before me.
The heady combination of his exotic cologne tangled with a distant hint of smoke filled my senses.
“I missed hearing my name from your lips all this time.”