Once Upon a Billionaire(29)

She grinned.





Chapter Six





The next morning was a little . . . odd.

She’d woken up out of a deep sleep to the sound of an alarm clock going off. As she usually did, she groaned and snuggled deeper into the pillows, rolling over.

And then she jerked upright, because she realized she’d rolled over onto a nice, warm hand and pressed her breast into it. Disoriented, Maylee looked around the room, which was much nicer than her own, and it took a moment for her to realize where she was. Oh. Right. She looked down at the bed and apparently Mr. Griffin was a bit of a restless sleeper. The pillow wall they’d built had been almost demolished while they’d slept, and his arm had snaked underneath the pillows. His big hand was palm up on her side of the bed.

And she’d plopped her titty right into it like a big ol’ hussy. Lordamercy.

Blushing, Maylee crawled out of the bed, tugging at the borrowed sleep shirt to ensure it covered her panties, and then went to Griffin’s side of the bed and shook him. “Mr. Griffin? Time to wake up and go to breakfast.”

He opened his eyes and then gave her a soft smile, stretching on the bed. His hair stuck up in all directions.

And her heart gave a little flip-flop at how boyish he looked.

“I’m getting up,” he murmured, sitting up, his delicious chest exposed again. When he rubbed his face with one hand, she blushed to think about how she’d plunked her boob into it. Gawd.

“I’m going to go change,” she told him.

“Wait,” he said, and got to his feet. “I’ll go check your room for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. I don’t want any other devils in there scaring you.”

He really was a sweet man once you got past his icy demeanor. Very gentlemanly, she decided. Once Griffin had cleared her room for her to go in and change, she went in and wetted down her curls, then twisted them into a knot at her nape to keep them out of the way. Griffin had made it clear he didn’t approve of her messy hair, but it was hard to do anything with it. She put on her makeup, then headed to her closet to find something to wear for the day.

The intruder last night had knocked over half of her clothes and trampled on them. She picked up her favorite dress and stared at the gigantic footprint on it with a wince. Maybe she could get it dry cleaned, but she was low on cash thanks to tipping all the staff. She’d have to run out tonight to see about getting them cleaned—but wait, she couldn’t. Griffin had a dinner party he was attending. It’d have to wait a day or two.#p#分页标题#e#

She picked through her clothing again. Nothing else went together. Oh, dear. She had a red blouse and a green pencil skirt, but she’d look like an elf if she wore those together. She’d worn her black skirt yesterday. Maybe she could re-use some of her clothing . . . but she’d thrown it into a wadded ball in her laundry, so it’d need to be ironed and aired first.

Biting her lip, she put on a pale yellow sleeveless patterned dress that she liked to wear with a dark green jacket, which was currently at the bottom of the closet. She put a short red knitted shrug on over it, hoping she didn’t look too nonsensical.

She slung her purse over her shoulder and knocked on the adjoining door.

“Good,” Griffin said as he opened the door. “I can’t seem to figure out which blasted tie goes with this shirt. I—” He looked over at her and stopped, staring at her outfit. She could see his face visibly ice over. “Maylee, I don’t mean to be unkind, but we’ll be meeting with the royal family for photos later today. Your outfit is rather”—he rubbed his freshly shaven chin—“unorthodox.”

“I know,” she said quickly, rushing forward to look at the ties thrown into a heap on his bed. “It’s just that the guy hiding in my closet messed up a bunch of my clothes and stepped on them, and I’ve got to get them dry cleaned. I’m so terribly sorry,” she told him, holding up a dark tie with a faint black pattern on it that wouldn’t be too showy. “I’ll try to stay out of sight today. I’ll just hide in the limo.”

“Sedan,” he murmured. “I asked the driver to come in an unmarked sedan for the rest of the trip. It should be easier to get around.”

That was her suggestion. She beamed at him. “I think you’ll find it much easier. We can even go out the back if you’d rather. The doorman told me of a special side entrance—”

He touched the fringed sleeve of her shrug. “Did you make this?”

“I did,” she said proudly.