Cecilia’s pov
I pulled out my phone and added Marcus to my contacts.
I couldn’t help but smile politely as we exchanged information.
There’s sothing about my smile that tends to disarm people.
My looks might be striking - even intimidating to so - but my deanor softens the impact, making seem more approachable than I actually am.
It’s quite deceptive.
Only those who truly know understand the ice that lies beneath.
"Your profile picture is just as beautiful as you are in person," Marcus gushed, completely forgetting Alpha Sebastian was still standing right there.
His eyes were fixed on with undisguised admiration.
"Thank you," I replied graciously, accepting the complint without making a big deal of it.
Marcus seed eager to continue our conversation when a bone-chilling voice cut through the air, "Manager Marcus Reid, you seem to have an abundance of free ti on your hands."
I saw Marcus visibly flinch.
Only a fool would miss the displeasure in Alpha Sebastian’s tone.
He hastily pocketed his phone and stamred, "I should get back to work."
The poor man practically sprinted away, moving faster than an Olympic speed walker.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket, noticing Alpha Sebastian’s darkened expression.
Clearly, Remy ’s antics had put him in a foul mood, and Marcus had just walked into the line of fire.
"Alpha Sebastian, I’ll take our luggage upstairs," I offered, reaching for both suitcases and heading toward the staircase.
After a few steps, the distinctive scent of sandalwood mixed with morning dew swept over . Simultaneously, the weight in my hand diminished.
I turned to find Alpha Sebastian beside , my suitcase now in his grasp.
I was genuinely shocked.
An Alpha carrying luggage for his human secretary was about as bizarre as an Alpha chauffeuring his employees around.
It completely turned the natural order on its head.
Alpha Sebastian seed to read my thoughts.
With a cool, detached tone, he remarked, "I believe I ntioned that I don’t enjoy abusing my employees."
With that, he carried the suitcases up the stairs.
I stared after him, puzzled. Does carrying luggage count as abuse now? Is this level of consideration normal for an Alpha toward a human employee?
Though I found it strange, I didn’t dwell on it and followed him upstairs.
The second floor had a master bedroom, two guest bedrooms, and a study.
The master was naturally for Alpha Sebastian.
I chose one of the guest rooms, dropped my suitcase inside, then went to the master bedroom to unpack Alpha Sebastian’s clothes.
Over the past few days, I’d morized all the preferences Beta Sawyer had sent - everything from Alpha Sebastian’s favorite foods and beverages to his clothing preferences.
It gave the bizarre impression that Beta Sawyer was essentially acting like Alpha Sebastian’s not-yet-official mate, preparing his future Luna for her duties.
"Cecilia, do you have so personal vendetta against my clothing?"
The cool voice floated from beside .
Only then did I realize I’d been lost in thought while handling his clothes, and had sohow wandered down a ntal rabbit hole.
In my agitation, I’d gripped his shirt too tightly, wrinkling the fabric.
When had he entered the room? His observation skills were unnervingly sharp.
"Sorry, I’ll iron it for you," I said, releasing his shirt and smoothing it out with my hands.
"Thinking about sothing unpleasant?" Alpha Sebastian asked conversationally as he removed his jacket and handed it to .
"I-it’s nothing important," I said, quickly taking his jacket and holding his shirt over my arm.
I grabbed a hanger and put the jacket in the closet, trying to look calm.
My body said, "Please don’t ask," loud and clear.
But Alpha Sebastian didn’t move.
He was still standing there, watching .
Trying to act normal, I turned to face him.
And then my mouth betrayed .
"Would you like to remove anything else, Alpha Sebastian?"
Silence.
My face went cold.
Wait—what did I just say?!
Did I really just ask if I should remove sothing else?!
He was literally standing there in only his shirt and pants!
I wanted to disappear. Or crawl under the desk. Forever.
What I ant to say was: "Do you need anything else?"
But my brain was still thinking about him taking off his jacket, and sohow... it all got mixed up.
Just as I was silently screaming inside, he finally spoke.
"I think I’ll keep the rest on," he said seriously. "If I take off more, I might catch a cold."
I blinked. He gave a strange look and walked out.
I stood there, frozen.
What was that look?
Was he thinking:
My secretary wants to strip?
I can’t give her such wild dreams.
Oh no. My face was burning.
I clutched the closet door for support, wishing the floor would open up and swallow whole.
Trying to pretend nothing happened, I quickly finished unpacking, ironed his clothes, and practically ran out of the bedroom—avoiding eye contact with everything (and everyone) on the way out.
Back in my room, I took so ti to calm my racing heart before organizing my own belongings.
About an hour later, my phone buzzed with a ssage from Marcus:
[Cecilia, Remy is awake now. He suggests postponing the tour until tomorrow since it’s getting late. He also invites Alpha Sebastian for drinks at his villa tonight.]
I inwardly scoffed. So that’s what the ten young won were for—to create an ATMOSPHERE for their little drinking party.
I replied: [Noted. I’ll inform Alpha Sebastian.]
I went to the master bedroom and knocked twice.
No response.
Taking a nap, perhaps?
Possibly, but what if he wasn’t? What if he was showering or changing clothes or on a video call?
Better not barge in.
Since the tour had been postponed anyway, the ssage wasn’t urgent, so I decided to leave it for later and returned to my room.
Another hour passed before Marcus ssaged again:[Remy’s asking if Alpha Sebastian is coming tonight. He says if Alpha Sebastian doesn’t want to co to his place, he’s happy to bring his entire entourage over to you. That sly old fox!]
I couldn’t help but laugh at that last comnt.
I replied: [Alpha Sebastian is still resting. I don’t know his plans yet. Tell Remy to be patient, and I’ll check with Alpha Sebastian soon.]
Marcus responded with a crying emoji.
I understood his predicant perfectly and sent back a sympathetic smile emoji.
Putting my phone away, I went to knock on the master bedroom door again.
This ti, a voice answered, "Co in."
Only after receiving permission did I open the door.
Alpha Sebastian stood by the window with his back to , seemingly admiring the mountain view.
The bed was immaculately made, and he’d changed into casual attire—a light gray outfit that complented his athletic fra perfectly.
So he hadn’t been napping earlier? He really had been changing clothes?
"What is it?" Alpha Sebastian asked, turning to face .
"I’ve received two ssages from Remy. The first ca about an hour ago—he suggested postponing the tour until tomorrow and invited you for drinks at his villa tonight. The second ssage just arrived—he says if you don’t want to go to his place, he’s willing to bring his party here instead," I reported honestly.
I added, "When I knocked the first ti and got no answer, I took the liberty of letting him wait a while."
Alpha Sebastian gave a slight, amused smile. "That’s fine. Let him wait."
He glanced at his watch. "Tell Manager Marcus to inform Remy that I’ll be there promptly at seven."
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