AMBER'S POV
As I expected, Simoun locked himself in his room after breakfast to take a conference call.
Did that man ever not work?
I sat there with my leg crossed over my knees, finishing up the mimosa I had made for us both. His apology was appreciated but was a little bit half-assed in my opinion. I could tell he still didn't believe that Hugo had come on to me all those times. He framed it as "conducting business," but he was still writing off Hugo's actions as if I had somehow solicited them.
Part of me was glad he had a conference call to attend.
I ventured back into my room to get myself ready for a day out in Tokyo. But what I really wanted to do was go ride more horses. I was still riled up from the night before from the things he'd said in the car and the way they so cooll
