The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“You paid money for those holes?” He frowned. “Why?”
“You’re an idiot.” I laughed. “Seriously, let me do this my
way. I’ll change into jeans with no holes in them if you
want.”
“I don’t know.” He raised the clipboard in his hand. “I
have a checklist and it specifies pencil skirts and dresses
below the knee.”
“Are you . . . let me see that checklist.” I took the
clipboard from his hands and looked at the list. “I have to
put my hair in a bun? Why?”
“How the hell should I know? I’ve never helped a woman
dress before.”
“Are you hitting on my girlfriend again, Pierre?”
I smiled wide at the sound of Elias’s voice and walked
quickly to the hallway, watching as he folded the sleeves of
his button-down up his forearms. He smiled when he saw
me and kissed me as I walked up to him.
“Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” I kissed him again and again and again.
When I pulled away, I pointed at Pierre. “This isn’t going to
work. You need to take him with you next time.”
“I thought you’d like having a friend here.” Elias
chuckled. “What’d you do, Pierre?”
“You left me in charge of an impossible woman. I did
nothing.”
“Impossible?” I gasped. “He wants me to wear a dress or
a pencil skirt to those people’s houses today.”
“She wants to wear what she’s wearing now.” Pierre shot
a pointed look at Elias.
Elias gave me a once-over. “What’s wrong with what
she’s wearing? She looks sexy as fuck.”
“Of course you’d say that.” Pierre shook his head. “And
I’m not saying she doesn’t.” He raised a hand and laughed.