Phoebe's POV
The lunch was an absolute feast, loaded with all my favorite dishes.
That spicy, numbing cuisine was pure heaven to me. I managed to polish off two full plates just to prove how much I adored it.
Stuffed and content, I tagged along behind Harold as we headed back to his office, then straight into his private break room.
The lounge was massive, split into two sections, each equipped with a large bed. The setup was refreshingly minimal—just a comfortable sofa and a wardrobe.
Once that door shut, we'd have our own private sanctuary. Nobody could disturb us here.
"Take the inner room. Nobody's used it before, and I had fresh bedding put in," Harold said, nodding toward the space.
I gave him a quick nod. "Sure."
Instead of heading over immediately, I turned back with a question. "Want me to help you get settled first?"
Harold's pulse quickened visibly. He nodded back. "Yeah."
He moved to the window and drew the curtains closed.
