The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 29

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Loriatte stirred in her sleep when she felt her body gently land on a soft surface, she felt herself sinking into something incredibly soft and silky, with a familiar muscular scent lulling her into a deeper sleep that she welcomed wholeheartedly.

Lord knows she needed all the sleep in the world.

Just as she was about to drift off into dreamland, the feeling of a cold but soft hand softly touching her cheek had her fluttering her eyes open, and she wasn't surprised to find deep green eyes staring back at her.

"Hey," he greeted with a small smile.

"Hey yourself creepa," she groggily croaked out, sitting up on the large bed, confusion evident in her face when she looked around the very unfamiliar room.

It must have been Zayden's bedroom.

The bedroom was big- at least bigger than the whole of Loriatte's old apartment- with high, vaulted ceilings that made the space feel even more grand.

The walls were painted in deep charcoal grey, accented by sleek black paneling that gave the room a modern edge. With the fancy and wide headrest against the wall, a king-sized bed dominated the room, its dark mahogany frame polished to a rich sheen. The bedspread, a blend of satin and velvet in deep midnight blue, was pooled around her waist, with an array of plush pillows in varying shades of silver and platinum behind her.

A large, dark wooden desk sat against one wall, and on it was a computer, scattered papers with random notes on them and a leather-bound notebook. Behind the desk was a set of floor-to-ceiling windows, draped with heavy, floor-length curtains of dark silk, which were drawn back to reveal the beautiful night view of the city below, the city lights shimmering and shinning in the night.

To the side, a plush, leather chair in rich brown sat near a stately bookshelf filled with all sorts of books, it's shelves filled with polished antiques, and a few striking sculptures the made Loriatte wonder exactly how much the detective earned. The floor beneath was covered with a handwoven Persian rug, its intricate patterns of crimson and gold adding warmth to the otherwise sleek decor.

A chandelier- of all light fixtures to have in a room- with crystal droplets hung from the ceiling, its soft light creating a serene ambiance that filled every corner of the room. The air was subtly scented with a mix of aged leather and fresh citrus, and she somehow found herself liking the scent.

"I've never been in your room before," she pointed out as she continued to look around, also taking note of another white door on the the wall opposite the bed, which she assumed led to an en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet, like the one in her room.

"And that's how it's supposed to be," Zayden shrugged, getting off from his crouched position in front of her, and sitting on the space close to her.

He had a thing with watching her sleep like some creep, so Loriatte noticed.

She folded her arms across her chest, "but you're always in my room."

"Yes, because it's my house...and I can go wherever I want," and with that, he fully climbed into the bed, sliding under the covers and sitting shoulder to shoulder next to her.

Loriatte clicked her tongue at his arrogance, "what time is it?" She asked, barely being able to stifle a yawn behind the palm of her hand.

"It must've hit eight-pm by now, the drive back was longer because Doug was being a pain in the ass and kept on making me stop for fake emergencies disguising it under wanting to make sure you were okay," an irritated scowl took over his features, his thick eyebrows scrunched up and his top lip curled into a frown.