When the rest of the team eventually surfaces, the caterers are laying out a breakfast spread fit for a seven-star hotel, which is likely where it came from. The spread screams luxury, and a small part of me wonders: Is this how JP starts his day, or does he only break out the silver platter when he has an audience?
Meanwhile, my neon sign has been upgraded to JUST f****d THE BOSS.
"God, I feel like I've been run over by a truck," Matty groans, kneading his neck. His eyes narrow at me. "Lucy, did you use my neck as a pillow last night or what?"
I roll my eyes. "Actually, I was nice enough to put your drooling face back on the bed. So, you're welcome."
His eyes narrow further. "I didn't hear you come in last night."
With a saintly smile plastered on my face, I retort, "I stayed up read
