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“A handsome jerk though, right?” I grin at her, and she points at her ears with a mock apologetic smile, indicating she can no longer hear me.
I reach over and gently take one from her ear, before whispering, “Enjoy your billionaire daddy.”
She bristles as I carefully slide the pod back into her ear, my fingers brushing her dark curls.
“I’m going to get some work done,” I say, getting up from the seat once we’re in the air.
I easily catch her muttered words. “Italy… So romantic… And I’m going there with Logan Rich.”
A chuckle vibrates my chest as I move to the other side of the cabin and fire up my laptop. Maddy’s eyes are on me as I sit. I pretend not to notice, cracking my knuckles before I begin typing.
When I look again, she’s staring out of the window.
“I’ll keep the room my office booked for me, thanks.” Maddy folds her arms and gives me a challenging look.
The receptionist at the Milan hotel remains patient and polite as she continues to wait for us to sort the matter out. So far, we’ve been arguing for five minutes and gotten nowhere.
“I have a three bedroomed penthouse,” I grit.
I’m usually easy-going, but the fact she’s pushing back over this has rubbed me up the wrong way. I promised Drew I’d look out for her, and that would be a lot simpler if she stayed in the penthouse with me. If she has her own room, she can go out anywhere at any time without me knowing. She could bring a guy back. Some idiot interested in nothing more than getting his dick wet for the night.
I know the type because a lot of people would say thatI amthe type.
My blood pressure soars even more. Drew would hate Mads with a guy like that.
“Good for you.” She sniffs. “Your ego needs the extra room. Please, may I have my key.” She turns and smiles at the receptionist.
“You’ll have more space to work. You could use one of the bedrooms as an office.”
Maddy pauses for a moment, and I hold my breath. But then she shrugs.
“Nah, I’m good.”
I curse inwardly as the receptionist taps away on her keyboard, checking Maddy in.
“Is it okay to have the Wi-Fi password, please? I need to download some apps,” Maddy asks her.
The receptionist slides a card over the counter.
“Grazie.” Maddy smiles apologetically, seeming embarrassed at her pronunciation. But she said it perfectly.
“That was good.”
“Don’t be a jerk,” she mutters.
“I wasn’t.”
Her voice brightens as she leans across the counter toward the receptionist. “Can you help me with one more thing? How do you say, ‘You are the biggest jerk I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting?’”
The young woman looks over Maddy’s shoulder at me, then parts her lips.
“Hai un cazzo squisito, princepe del piacere,” I say before she can answer.
Maddy turns and her eyes narrow. “I should have known you’d speak Italian.” She huffs before glancing back at the receptionist.
“Could you please repeat what he said for me?” Maddy holds out her voice recorder to the receptionist.
She’s planning on practicing it. I can see the steely determination in her eyes. The receptionist obliges with a curious smile and Maddy drops the recorder back into her purse and thanks her.
