AMELIA

“Is that really all you're carrying?” I looked down at the simple backpack Roman had packed for a two week stay, it was barely enough to contain anything.

He nodded, zipping it close, his arm's muscles flexing from the small action.

He wore a T-shirt that hugged his chest and his abs like s second skin, then he wore jeans…fucking jeans.

When was the last time I saw the man in anything other than a suit and tie?

He looked good in everything. Dressing casual made him look rather boyish, that serious air that constantly surrounded him seemed to ease slowly, even more when Colson had come over to take the last of the files.

He was left in charge for the next two weeks.

Riman surprised me by making such a decision, I was even more surprised by the fact that Jessica agreed for him to come with.

“Well then, put it up there, or do you need help?” I raised a brow in question.

We were already seated in the plane, Roman booked business class for some reason and now we were the only ones