Page 160 of His Flash Mate
“You can stay.For now.”
“What does that mean?”
I shrugged.
He frowned and followed me inside, where Mom was checking out the first floor.The long, narrow space was mostly open, with a staircase along the left wall, a half bath under the stairs, a kitchen at the back, a dining room in the middle, and a living room at the front.
“The guest room is on the second floor,” Konni said.“The master is on the third.I’ll carry these up.”
“Thank you,” Mom said, waiting for him to walk away to wave at the space.“He has great taste.”
“He’d better, considering what he does for a living.”
She nodded and sat on the couch.“What did Miranda and Wrenly have to say?”
“Miranda wants to get me drunk, and I think Wrenly wants to wrestle me.”
Mom chuckled.“Sounds about right.Are you going to invite them over so they can see for themselves that you’re safe and well?”
“No.I think today’s been enough of a circus.And as much as I love them and hanging out, I think an early bedtime sounds better.”
She agreed.
Konni came downstairs a minute later, without his suit jacket and on the phone.Mom and I listened to his half of the conversation.
“Thank you, Edi.”
“Yes, we’ll be in tomorrow.”
“No, not yet.I want to talk to her about it first.”
“Block her calendar for lunch tomorrow.She has a meeting.”
He chuckled.“You’re probably right.Have a good night.”
After hanging up, he joined us.
“The photos were sent from a different burner number that my people couldn’t trace.The articles have been taken down, and the team is watching for new ones.”
I knew taking them down was only a temporary stopgap.Even though they’d been removed, they’d been seen, and people wouldn’t forget any time soon.
“HR received two calls to verify your employment before they were made aware of the situation, which means reporters have questions.And until we’re ready to release a statement, they’ll likely try to get one from you, either at work—which we’ll control—or at your house.”
“So we’re here for a few days then?”Mom asked.
Konni looked at me, waiting for my decision.
Did I want a press release to announce to the world that I was dating Mr.Drokonnen Steele, one of Motan’s elite bachelors, or quietly avoid the press and maintain professional distance until this blew over?
“Looks like,” I said as if we didn’t have any choice in the matter.
Konni’s phone buzzed, and I read the message over his shoulder.
Smother:I saw the articles, which means so did half of Motan.It better not happen again.
Konni turned off the screen and looked at us.
“What would you like for dinner?”he asked.
