Book 5: Neck Deep in Debt

The next morning, Iris had just finished making breakfast when Maddox emerged from his room. He was too busy barking at someone over the phone to pay any heed to her. 

Iris served him breakfast, but he hardly glanced her way. 

“No, Mr. Harold, I want the report emailed to me right away.” 

It relieved her. The thought of facing him after last night had bothered her all night. How could he look so unaffected, as if they hadn’t connected last night so intimately? 

Had it meant nothing to him? Maybe he was used to these hook-ups. 

Why did it hurt her to see him so aloof? 

Iris returned to the kitchen to wrap up her work when he looked up at her. 

“Why aren’t you joining me?” He still scowled at her. It was clear something was bothering him. He had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Or had he slept at all? The dark circles around his eyes told a different story. Strangely, even at 7 am, he seemed in no hurry to lea