Rhodes's P.O.V
"Can I help clean up?" Amelia asks after we both finish eating, I take both her plate and mine and load them into the dishwasher.
"No, I'll just get the maid to come and do it later" I reply as I give both of the pots a quick rinse, I was never very good at cleaning anyway, why start now?
"You have a maid too?" She asks, still perched at the island counter, a glass of wine in hand.
"Well what kind of hotel doesn't have a maid?" I smirk at her as I toss the rest of the food into the bin. A soft red flushes across her cheeks, obviously not having thought through her question before she asked it.
"Right, duh" she mumbles to herself and takes another sip of wine. The whole evening has felt so comfortable, it's odd. Even despite having quite an intense conversation less than
