17. May I know your name?

Simon's eyes are shocked to the fullest.

“Whoa! Rowman! Inc-c-credible!”

“I know, right?” Rowan scratches his head with a nervous giggle.

“Your missy…” Simon squinted his eyes at me. “May I know your name?”

“I'm Naya. Naya Yorke.” I utter body.

Elsie, you'll have to pay for this.

“Beautiful name! Beautiful face!” Simon showers me with praises.

I'm flabbergasted. But the idea of continuing this drama once Elsie gives up control makes me cringe.

“Thank you, sir,” I purr.

“So, what about the—” Simon is about to ask when Rowan interrupts with a yawn.

“Oh, I forgot. The belly must be satisfied before our curious minds,” Simon says. “Come on in. I've prepared assorted dishes, all for you to choose whichever you like from the menu.”

“We can have the rest of the conversation while you eat,” he adds.

Rowan's brows twist at the idea. “No talking for now Simon. We can save the rest for next time… a better time… maybe when you’re not busy with work.”

“You know I'm always busy, right?” He asks.

“I