“What are you doing here?” Celina repeated. Her robe hung loosely to her frame as silk glint under the low light.
I blinked, forcing my tone to stay even. “I could ask you the same thing.”
She gave a short laugh, stepping closer. “Well, I live here, sweetheart. Or at least, I spend most nights here. You—” her gaze flicked to the files in my hands, “—don’t exactly look like the cleaning service.”
I exhaled slowly, holding the papers tighter. “I came to see Mr. Grey. These documents need his signature. They’re urgent.”
“He’s in the shower,” she said, folding her arms. “You can leave them with me.”
I shook my head. “I’ll wait. I need to explain a few things to him in person.”
“You can tell me. I’ll make sure he gets the message.” she smiled.
“I’d rather tell him directly,” I said, meet
