Estina's POV
The first place I rush to upon getting in is the bed, my bed. I don't care if he finds my house small and unattractive compared to that of his luxurious mansion. I just like it this way and I want to have some rest. I can't imagine that since yesterday, I've been busy, not even a single time to rest from the evening except the one I had with Drake on bed but since that wasn't my house and I wasn't sleeping alone, I didn't sleep too deep. I was subconscious, I would say.
"Can I get my clothes off, we are home now."
"Can you be a bit professional?" I roll my eyes at him. "You are here to do business, remember?" He nods reluctantly. The weather is cold, so I don't see a reason for him to want to remove his clothes. I would want to focus on this writing deal he is bringing to
