“Finally finished packing your stuff?” Boomi asked as soon as I walked in with a shrunken backpack, wiggling her brows up and down suggestively.
Oliver glanced from me to her, oblivious to the inner joke, and implied message Boomi was trying to send me.
“Yes, I finally packed everything.” I replied with an unaffected smile, and tossed the backpack to her, which she caught mid-air, before it smacked into her face with a surprised yelp. “Help me take this to my room, dearest personal assistant.”
Boomi scowled at my sarcasm. Since Oliver stood a few feet behind her, and was a confused witness to our exchange, she couldn’t refuse my orders, nor could she complain. “Whatever…” She still mumbled defiantly under her breath, and left with the backpack to my room.
“Your relationship is very unp
