CH 63

LAURA'S POV

"Rest," his words echoed in my ears as I glared at the door where he had just exited.

How could he be so arrogant?

And his shirt... I frowned as I raised it, staring at it and then back at the door he had just left through.

My mind wandered to the way he peeled the shirt from his body... his biceps and abs.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, rubbing my face in frustration. I managed to take a shower, and when I walked out of the bathroom in my robe, he was sitting on the bed, drinking coffee.

"You haven’t left for work?" I inquired, folding my arms.

"I'm making sure you arrive safely before I leave," he responded, and I scoffed immediately.

"That's not necessary, Mr. Finch. We are only business partners, and I can take care of myself," I remarked, and he smirked.

"I can see that," he commented mockingly, and I knew he was referring to the bathroom incident. I ignored him as I strolled toward the wardrobe and picked out my outfit for the day.

"I made you breakfast," he infor