After grabbing a quick bite Jonathan brought me back to his hotel. He offered to book me a room but I already feel like such an imposition I convinced him not to. His room is a full suite complete with a sofa bed which is more than enough for me.

Being around him is effortless, even the silence is easy, not filled with awkward tension. He's been busy working on his tablet since we got back.

"Here," Jonathan says, passing me his tablet. My eyes flicker across the screen full of bedroom sets before rising to meet his.

"Pick out a bedroom set," he prompts, nodding to the screen. My eyes go wide as I see the price tags, they cost more then my rent!

"These are out of my range," I mumble, dropping my gaze.

"And?" He challenges, raising a brow.

"I'll find something on marketplace or-"

He sighs loudly, cutting me off mid sentence as he ticks his jaw in irritation. "Izabella," he pauses, taking a deep breath. "I am not accustomed to having to repeat or explain myself."

His change in demeanour sets me on edge. Not that he's yelling or mad, but just the disappointment in his voice, has me snapping to attention. My very being aims to be a pleaser so to earn disapproval for any reason makes me anxious.

He takes another deep breath and takes a seat beside me. I feel the weight of his gaze as he appraises me, considering his next words.

"I have no furniture, so I'm furnishing the whole house. I would have bought a bedroom set for your room as I am the guest bedroom but I thought you might appreciate picking something to your liking," he clarifies.

As if to prove his point he reaches over and hits the shopping cart in the right hand corner bringing up a long list. Everything from couches to tables and bedroom sets at the bottom. The last two entries are very expensive bedroom sets.

"Please pick something you like," he says softer as he closes the cart and brings up the options once more.

I scan the list heading to the bottom of the price list but his sigh has me slowing in the middle of the pack. Wood, metal, modern, classic... every option known to man exists, but finally something catches my eye.

A classic, warm cherry wood set with matching dresser and nightstand. The headboard has a cute tree branch look with a slatted footboard.

"Nice choice," Jonathan muses. "But we'll swap out the dresser for a second nightstand as you have a walkin closet."

"I do?" I mumble, lifting my gaze to meet his.

"You do," he chuckles, smiling warmly at me. "Guess you didn't get past the balcony. There's an full ensuite bathroom too, just as a FYI." His crooked grin makes my cheeks warm at his teasing, but I'm happy to have the lightness back.

The next hour or so is spent going over other furnishings, helping to break ties, and adding items he overlooked like lamps and rugs. By the time we finish I can't suppress my yawn as the day catches up with me.

After my attack my body healed well, but I haven't slept well since, usually waking up several times a night. I'm hoping I can keep it together for the sake of the job.

I scroll through the bedroom set and pause on the black set that I'm sure is his. Like my bedroom set he swapped out the dresser for two night stands but the bed has all of my attention. It's a rustic yet substantial four post bed with a canopy frame.

"Don't read into it too much," he says from the doorway. Startled, I practically throw the tablet back down like I didn't just get caught snooping.

Stupid!

"S-sorry," I stammer, feeling flush. "I was just curious about your style..."

"Relax...I've gotten the same model each time I've furnished a house, so three?" He muses rubbing his beard as he looks deep in thought. "It does have...practical applications, but it's also quite comfortable and familiar."

I nod, understanding what he's saying. Jonathan is an attractive man with a successful career and I'm an employee, it would be silly for me to think he wouldn't entertain. People in the lifestyle have certain appetites and often high drives.

He bids me goodnight and heads into his room, taking the tablet and shutting the door. As always my body and mind are exhausted but as I curl up, sleep refuses to take me till the wee hours of the morning.

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"Izzy?" Jonathan calls, gently shaking my shoulder. He's already freshly showered and dressed for the day with his tie loosely draped around his neck. He looks like a dream and I smile up at him in my sleepy haze until reality hits.

What time is it!? Am I late?!

"I ordered breakfast, I thought we could go over some things before I head out for the day," he says nodding to the table where a few papers sit.

Suddenly I become painfully aware of the thin sleep tank top I'm wearing as the cool air brushes across my skin. Blushing I excuse myself and grab my bag and head to the bathroom to change.

I frown looking at my reflection in the mirror, my hair is a wavy black mess and nipples so hard against the fabric they practically scream look at me.

Great impression for my boss...

As quickly as possible I change, avoiding my reflection... The cuts have long healed but I can't bring myself to look at them. I brush my teeth and pull my hair back in record time and I head back out for breakfast.

"Perfect timing," he says, letting the bellhop out of the room and locking the door.

I take the seat without his jacket hanging on it and he pulls the cover off of my plate. Mouth watering cinnamon french toast with strawberries and maple syrup have me chomping at the bit.

We eat in easy silence, Jonathan works away on his tablets and I scan the papers he's left for me. It's a simple nondisclosure agreement covering all aspects of our 'relationship,' covering professional, financial and intimate aspects.

Intimate relations? Why would he need me to sign that? It's probably just a universal form... right?