Now we know Jotham hates leather

"Open the trunk" I commanded, jumping out of the car. Literally. Thank goodness it was also no longer in motion.

If not, I might have managed to break a few bones. But enough to send me to ER.

It took everything for me not to fall on my face. Thank goodness for stamina.

My beloved driver for the day Jacob cocked his head to the side, "Why?". He pulled the keys out of the ignition. Seeing as we were already parked safely.

This leaves me to wonder why I jumped out when the car wasn't even in motion. I'll think about that later. For now...

I huffed, "Just open the damn trunk." Propping my hands on my waist, I spoke to him from the opened door of the passengers' seat.

Eyeing me down, "Okay." I could tell he wanted to say more with the way his brows furrowed but, decided against it. Smart choice.

"Thank." Closing the door, I circled to the back of the car, "You."

Just as I had demanded and pestered, I could already see what I wanted to take from the tailgate. That is of course, after Jacob pressed the trunk release button on the driver's door.

Not needing any help at all, I picked up the box that had been transported in one piece, and set it on the ground. After making sure the latch was in place, I informed Jacob that I was done.

He was still sitting comfortably behind the wheels when he asked, "Is that a box?"

"No," Allowing the corner of my mouth to tug up into a smirk. "It's a flying saucer." I walked past the driver's side and placed the box in front of the car instead.

Also plastering a smirk of his own, "I doubt that would fit in my trunk." he humored me, rolling his eyes at my sarcasm.

Having no reason to be standing, I walked around again, to take my spot in my previous seat.

"Then why did you ask? Geez."

Not bothering himself by responding, he moved on to another inquiry "When did you put it in there?"

"You were too busy with your tongue in Cory's throat to notice." I kid you not. I don't think he would notice if his hair was set on fire during that time.

"You're grouchy because you're single." He tried brushing it off, but before I saw the blush that crept onto his face. Ha.

"Pfft." Scoffing at his pathetic resort. "I'm fine."

It must have been somewhat embarrassing for him because he changed the conversation.

"Did you have a fight with Aurum?"

That was.... random.

Sending a scowl to him, "Mind your business." I do not know how he ended up being so observant. Even Cory hadn't noticed.

I mean, she's a good friend. A very good one at that. But, it's not like either of us told her that we had issues. So, it's easy for her not to notice.

Then.... there's Jacob. Who never spends time with us more than he's supposed to. But still managed to figure it out. How?!!!

"You're my business," The smug human had to say, "You're my boss."

"Which is why if you bug me with too many questions, I'll fire you." I know, it's even more pathetic than his blush. Seeing as I could never fire Jacob. He's priceless, except you want to replace him with those tailors that sewed fancy dresses back in the 90s. Then, I have a price. I'm afraid even Jacob can't pull that off.

His mischievously twinkling eyes dared me to say otherwise. "You wouldn't."

"Sadly. Corianne will have my head." Mostly because I would be the reason her boyfriend is jobless. I can't fire him except he deserves to be fired. And Jacob isn't that kind of person.

"Not just that, I'm too much of a good employee for you to fire me." If I was strong enough, I would have hit him until he quit the smoldering look that accompanied his words. His lack of humility was blinding me.

Hoping my glare was enough to make a hole into his forehead, "That's another sad point." I hated to agree, but I just had to. Jacob is efficient and good at what he does. Plus, he can put up with me.

"What's in the box?" His manly arms crossed, as he somehow found a way back to the original question.

I could respond sarcastically again or..... cut the chase.

Going for the latter, "Some clothes."

This time, I could feel the amount of perplexion in Jacob's tone when he asked yet another question. "You're taking clothes to see Mr. Wright?" The furrowed brows had returned.

Oh, have I mentioned that Jacob's car was currently parked in front of the Wrights organizations? If I haven't, forgive me for leaving out that tiny detail.

"Sample outfit," I explained but he looked as confused as a brainless dog. I proceeded to explain even further, "He mentioned something about the texture of the pants. Apparently, he was convinced they were leather just by seeing the catalog and pictures." In Jotham's defense, it really did look like leather. But that's just the texture and tweaks from the filtered pictures.

During our last meeting, he mentioned that using leather clothes didn't sit well with him. So, I made a mental note to bring the cloth sample. None are made of leather. Just cotton and pizzaz.

Even though Jacob finally seemed to understand, he still inquired, "He hates leather?" At least the furrowing brows were gone.

"Yes." Rolling my eyes at his persistent inquisitiveness, I answered his question regardless.

"That's glorious seeing as we don't use it either."

Funny enough, that's exactly what I said to Jotham. But he wasn't completely convinced. Hence, the reason for the box.

"Yeah," I nodded in affirmation, agreeing with his statement. "That's why I'm taking sample outfits."

"Back to my other question." His eyes held my in a scrutinizing gaze. I could almost feel him reading my mind. "Did you quarrel with Aurum?"