Sezel dragged his reluctant feet toward the dining table, where Emili sprawled across several chairs like some kind of half-dressed queen claiming ownership of the entire hotel.
Which, to be fair, she did on most days.
It was the largest table in the entire cavernous dining hall, built to seat twenty people—enough for a noble party or a board meeting of the ultra-rich.
But it Currently hosted only four idiots.
"What were you even doing?" Emili asked, batting her eyelashes as if she weren't stretched across three chairs. "It's been over an hour."
"Huh?" Sezel raised a brow. "No way. It's only been… what? A few minutes."
Her smirk sharpened. "Ohhh, so you get over fast."
Sezel was silent for a moment, looking at her with a strange expression. But soon his face turned red of embarrassment, as he understood what she meant...
"You...You vile woman."
Emili burst into such rabid laughter she almost tumbled from her seat, pounding the table like her jokes were worth an encore.
