Page 102 of Ruthless Ambition
“True.” He frowned. “Actually, I don’t think it is.”
“I should get back to my desk,” I told him, and he nodded while he watched me with those dark eyes that hid so much.
“I’ll be finished in a few hours,” he told me as he turned his attention back to his laptop. “We can leave then, that okay?”
“Um.” I was once again speechless. “Yes, of course.”
Leaving his office, reeling once again that he had just basically asked me if I was okay waiting for him. Waiting for him to take me home? I walked right into Neil without seeing him.
“Angel, I know. I’m going to talk to him, I know Amar was your client, and I’ll talk—”
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Um, I told Amar earlier I wasn’t going to sign him.”
“You did?” Neil looked confused.
“Yeah, we didn’t fit,” I told him as he looked at me, and I saw his frown and his next question forming, and I cut him off again. “I have to run, got a call soon, talk later,” I said as I basically hid in my office.
The afternoon passed quickly, and soon I was looking up when Onyx knocked on my door to tell me it was time to leave.
“You ready?”
Looking around my desk, I nodded. “Five minutes?”
“Sounds good.” He stepped back out, and I shut down for the night. He was waiting at the elevator, his phone in his hand, and when he heard me approach, he hit the elevator call button.
“My housekeeper’s making salmon and rice, that okay?”
“You keep asking me things today,” I told him as I stepped into the elevator. “It’s weird.”
“Well, I don’t know you well enough to know if you have an aversion or an allergy to fish, so I thought it was easier to ask.”
“I like fish,” I told him as I hid my smile. “And I know you’ll know what my allergies are, Onyx.”
“I do.”
The car journey was silent, and when we got to his house, I marveled at it. I hadn’t seen it properly last night from outside, and this morning I was too focused on Onyx to look. As we approached, I looked at it in awe. “Your house is beautiful,” I said as he parked.
“You told me.”
“Well, I’m telling you again,” I sassed.
“Noted,” he quipped as he exited the car, and I followed him inside. Onyx strode to the kitchen, and I lingered before curiosity got the better of me when I heard voices.
He was in the kitchen talking to an older woman, who had on simple jeans and a T-shirt and was talking with him animatedly as she busied herself at the stove.
“This is Angel,” Onyx said as she turned to look at me. “She’s a guest. She’s in Sable and Dad’s room.”
“Hi,” she greeted me. “Jane.”
“Hi.”
“She eats fish. What do you not eat?” Onyx asked me, and I knew he was being smart, but I couldn’t call him out on his bullshit when the housekeeper was right there.
“I’m good with most things,” I told her honestly. “Although, you don’t need to cook for me.”
“Nonsense, making for two is more satisfying than cooking for just him,” she told me as she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder.
I saw Onyx’s eyebrows rise in surprise, but he said nothing. “How long?” Onyx asked her.
