Page 23 of Moros

“What’s the matter?” Pasha asked.

“My phone is dead.” I muttered.

She glanced at my phone.

“That’s your phone?” She wanted to know. “It’s older than me!”

“It may be old, but it works.” I paused. “When it’s not—well, you know?”

Another few minutes later, she pulled up in front of some elaborate black gates. She lifted her phone toward it and tapped something on the screen.

The gates slowly eased opened and when it was wide enough, she slowly pulled the luxury sports car through. She parked it beside a familiar Harley and I arched a brow.

“Where is this?” I asked.

“Home.”

“It’s nice.” I told her as I climbed from the car.

It was then I noticed that she was dressed to the nines.

Black leather leggings, a black top that showed off perfectly set cleavage and black boots with stiletto heels.

She is so cool.

I tugged up the neck of my shirt, removed the filthy apron I’d been wearing and tried smoothing a hand over my hair.

Inside, I was afraid to move away from the door.

“Let me show you to a bathroom and a bedroom.” Pasha told me.

“Um—I can wait until I get home.” I told her. “Even if I showered, I wouldn’t have anything to change into.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Pasha tapped my shoulder. “Come with me.”

Up the elegant staircase, she led me along a hall and into a large bedroom with the most amazing bed I’d ever seen. It was something I imagined Duchess Megan would sleep on.

I was sure not to sit on or touch it—I didn’t want to get my crap from work on it.

“The shower is through there.” Pasha was pointing. “Use whatever you need—I’ll try finding something for you to wear.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get Khadri.”

I flushed and placed my purse on the floor.

Once I was in the bathroom, I pulled myself together and stripped down. I went through the different bodywashes and other fabulous bottles to find a wash that smelled like cinnamon. I used that as well as a little of her shampoo and conditioner and was rinsing when she knocked.

“Are you in the shower?” Pasha called.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

She let herself in and I opened the shower door to peek out to her setting folded clothes on the closed toilet seat.

“I brought you some clothes. The panties might be a little small, but they’re new.”