#Chapter 8 – Penthouse Suite

I twist a little under Christian’s gaze at he stares at me, wordless. God – the intensity of it. I mean, I had just tried to make a little joke, but the way he’s looking at me? I mean, what on earth is he thinking? “Master is clear, boss,” Nico says, striding out of the main bedroom and heading for the kitchen almost precisely at the same time that Frankie does. “Rest of the apartment too,” Frankie adds, joining Nico as they start to dig through the fridge. I watch them, awkwardly wondering what the hell happens next. I mean, do I just…sit here, in Christian’s suit jacket, until they tell me I can go? And wait - when will that be? “Do you want a bottle of water?” Christian asks, making me jump, and I turn my head up to him. He smirks at my surprise and leans down towards me, just an inch. “It’s just a bottle of water, Iris. You don’t have to look at me like I’m offering you a choice between life and death.” I instantly narrow my eyes at him, scowling, and he smirks like he always