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When I peered in, I finally found color. It wasn’t much; the bedding was navy blue, and there was a rug on the cold tile that had a bit of blue in it too. “Your bedroom?” I checked.
“Yes.”
“Your designer didn’t choose everything for it.” I promptly stepped back and shut the door. Choosinghisbedroom would probably push him too much, making him take a step back from me. That wasn’t part of the plan.
“I changed a few things.”
“You’re better at her job than she is,” I said.
He didn’t respond.
I walked to the bedroom almost directly across the hall from his. I already knew I was going to choose it, and had another part of my evil plan brewing.
Opening the door, I looked inside. It had a view of the mountains the other rooms didn’t have—which was the perfect excuse.
“The mountain view reminds me of my apartment. I’m picking this one,” I decided aloud.
“Great. Let’s get moving.” He gestured me toward the stairs, and I walked without complaint. “Let me get the doors. I don’t want you hurting your shoulder any further.”
The request, though grumpy, was sweet.
“I still have one good shoulder,” I pointed out, making a show of grabbing the doorknob with my good arm.
He scowled.
When we reached the Hummer, he opened the passenger door before I had the chance, and lifted me into the vehicle too.
That was also sweet of him. And proved his muscles were more than just for show, because I was no twig.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be mated to him after all.
He shut the door behind me, and soon enough, we were driving away.
After a tripto the grocery store in which I was also not allowed to push the cart or use my hands to take anything off the shelves (yeah, it got annoying), we made it to my apartment.
My gaze scanned the space as soon as we were inside. I had throw pillows and blankets everywhere.
Maybe I had too much shit to get in one trip. Especially if I was playing along with the story I’d made up about needing to make candy for the shops.
I probably should’ve just agreed with his plan to pay someone to pack everything up for me.
“This is going to take a while. I’ll ask Tatum if she has time to cook today,” I announced, ducking into the bathroom to make the call.
When I whispered to Tatum that I needed her to go along with the lie, she agreed without question.
I stepped out a few minutes later. “The bakery is taken care of. Guess we have all day to pack my stuff.”
Sebastian was typing something on his phone, and didn’t look up at me. “I have work to do at home. We’ll just pay someone to handle it.”
“Nope.” I disagreed out of principle, though his plan sounded way better than mine. “You can sit at the table and work while I pack. I saw a laptop in your Hummer.”
He scowled. “Did you bring any boxes?”
I scowled back. “No. Garbage bags will work.”
“I’m calling a moving company. Grab anything you don’t want them finding.”
Though I huffed, I followed his order.
