Emily POV
"I know that already" I muttered disappointed, a month here and I still couldn't figure out that mystery that everyone kept so suspiciously: "Anyway thanks for the pancakes Hellen, they are very tasty."
"It's a pleasure to serve you Miss Emily" She smiles at me again with that motherly air she had and turns around, I walk towards the stairs.
I return my attention to the plate of pancakes and start to devour my breakfast in big bites. It had been a while since I had tasted a decent dish, one of those that brought Mom's air. Half finished, the elevator bell rings, and from it emerges a hot-tempered Nathan with crimson cheeks, sweaty hair, and army green shorts over a pair of tight-fitting sweat pants, and a short-sleeved white T-shirt that was covered in sweat.
"Good morning" He says smiling throwing his briefcase on the couch and showing me the most sensual smile that went with the macho look he was wearing thanks to the sweat.
"Good morning to you."
