The Heart Of Moss

Chapter 7

"The top floor?" Mikayla gasped in surprise.

Damien nodded as he looked at her. She wasn't sure how she felt about living in the same building as her new boss.

"I hope that you're not planning to take advantage of me and abuse your power. I don't work for you 24/7, you cannot be knocking at my door at 2am in the morning. You call me enough as it is, I do need some me time you know," she huffed.

The only day she mostly got to herself was a Sunday, and by mostly meaning he'd call her maybe once or twice to confirm something.

Damien's loud laughter could be heard all through the inside of the plane, "You're absolutely right my dear, you don't work for me 24/7," he paused as the flight attendant brought them a menu from which to choose refreshments when they were ready.

His aquamarine eyes slowly gazed over her as he said, "Mikayla, you work for me 25/8." The playful glint in his eyes seemed to intensify as he had plans to take advantage of her in other ways, "Rest up, we land in about 6hrs."

With a heavy sigh Mikayla relaxed back into the chair, her thoughts consumed with her soon-to-be new living arrangements. She silently wondered if it was such a good idea to accept his proposal. The mischievous glint in Damien's eyes unnerved her a bit as she quietly contemplated what he might be up to. She hoped that he knew she would not sleep with him. There would be no mixing business with pleasure, at least that's what she kept telling herself.

Mikayla could not deny that living in his apartment building would be super convenient, she would be able to get to work much faster. Not to mention she would be at the centre of London and much closer to her best friend Hannah once again.

Although she doubted that she'd be able to enjoy her new location much since it seemed that Damien planned to work her to death, or worse try to sleep with her. She could just imagine his obnoxious behaviour as now. Instead of calling her phone at ungodly hours, he could just bang down her door instead.

"Ugh!" Mikayla muttered to herself.

She was not sure how she felt about being so close to him both at work as well as out of the office. However, she knew that she would do her best to keep her guard up and be alert at all times.

As her eyes slowly closed, she figured that she'd use the opportunity to do the best job that she could. After all, working for the rich and powerful Damien Arnauld could make or break her career.

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Once they landed in New York, they were chauffeured to a fancy hotel. Apparently, Pierce Robotics had only booked one hotel room, which happened to be the Penthouse suite.

"So where will I sleep?" Mikayla's eyes opened slightly in dread; she really did not want to share a room with Damien much less a bed.

"Relax! You'd swear I was trying to kill you and sell your organs the way you panic at the mere thought of being alone with me." Damien said in slight annoyance as they made their way to the elevator.

He could not help but take in the curves of her hips and ass in the leggings as she walked ahead of him. The assumption he had made earlier on the plane, was right, she did look fantastic.

Dragging his thoughts back to their conversation, he explained, "I always have the penthouse suites booked when I'm travelling and, in my experience, they usually come with 2 or 3 bedrooms. In some instances, they can span over 2 floors and have 5 or 6 bedrooms depending on the establishment. I've stayed at this hotel before and their penthouse suite is very spacious, so fear not, we won't have to share a room or bed," though his eyes told her that he was not against the idea.