Mac opened the door before stopping short in the doorway, his gaze zeroing in on the unicorn lying on top of me. His brows skyrocketed. “…Boss?”
I couldn’t blame him for staring. Mac and I had come back to the penthouse alone, and I’d gone straight to bed. Not to mention I never brought women back to my place, let alone one with alarmingly blue hair who dressed like a unicorn.
He must’ve thought I was having a mental breakdown.
“Long story,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I’ll explain later.”
“I…” He trailed off before shaking his head. “Nate came by to drop off the files and set up your video call in the office. Ten minutes until it starts.”
My gaze snapped to the clock on my nightstand. Somehow I’d gotten five hours of completely uninterrupted sleep.
I couldn’t remember the last time that’d happened.
“Be there in two,” I said, rubbing my face to wake up more.
At the quiet click of Mac closing the door behind him, the girl stirred against me, and bright blue eyes groggily blinked open. She immediately pushed into a full body stretch—almost whacking me in the face with a rogue fist—before curling back against my side with a soft hum.
I lay still as death under her, debating between ushering my uninvited guest out the door or letting her sleep while I took my meeting.
The fact I didn’t want to immediately kick her out of my bed was concerning.
It took her another moment to even realize I was here, and her eyes widened. “Oh. Hello.”
I cocked a brow. “Have a good nap?”
“Sorry.” She smiled sheepishly but didn’t move away. “That wasn’t very professional of me to fall asleep, but I blame your super comfy bed.”
Her voice was hoarse with sleep, and she hummed softly. She rested her chin on my chest, eyelids heavy, looking way too pleased with herself—like a cat waking up from a long nap. But with a horn poking out of her head.
“Well?” she whispered. “How was it for you?”
The corner of my mouth tugged up because the innuendo was impossible to miss. “Best I’ve ever had.”
That earned a cheeky grin from her, followed by a laugh.
Until her eyes drifted to her watch, and she jolted up.
“Oh my gosh. It’s late.” She jerked back and scrambled off the bed. “I need to get home!”
I sat up and scratched at a faint itch on my chest while she gathered her things. “Got a boyfriend to get back to?”
The words left my mouth before my brain caught up, but it was too late to take them back.
Ellie froze with the duffle bag strap halfway up her arm. A smile curved her lips. “Where’d that come from?”
I shrugged. “You’re in a rush. Sounds like someone’s waiting for you.”
She hiked the bag fully onto her shoulder, shaking her head. “Acatis waiting for me, not a man. Although Whiskey’s infinitely more clingy than any boyfriend.”
I paused. “You named your cat Whiskey?”
“It’s a nickname,” she said. “His full title is Lord Whiskerson.”
My lips twitched. “You’re kidding.”
That was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard—even after learning professional cuddlers existed.
“I wouldn’t joke about something like that. I even bought a square foot of land in his name over in Scotland to make it official. He’s a lord,” she insisted, before frowning. “Well, I’m pretty sure he is. My friends told me the land thing was a scam, but I kept the certificate anyway. It’s laminated.”
