“Are you saying that I am not focused on my work? I assure you I am, okay? I am allowed to think of my personal stuff when I finish my work, right?" Maria's green eyes glared back.
Those teal eyes were firmly back on that lovely face. The familiar smirk appeared below them.
“Of course, you can." He knitted his brows in a pretend ponder. “But I am worried… What if you cannot finish the things I ask of you? What will become of me?"
Those tired emerald eyes grew rounder again as if they had read his mind.
The smirk morphed into a satisfied smug. “I guess you'll have to report to my room at five a.m. starting tomorrow. Breakfast, coffee, and make my bed."
With that, he threw his helmet and gloves at her, swooshed past her, and strode off.
Maria spun around, glaring hard at the bac
