"Why are we having tea at your penthouse, Ivanov?" Amelia said as she calmly took a small sip from her tea. They were currently at Milo's penthouse in his building which was below his office.
Milo turned to her and smiled "I thought I should show you around a little bit" He said to her and he heard a little chuckle from behind her mask "Absolutely nothing interests me in here. The work in designs does not meet my taste to a percent" She said as she looked around the place. Milo's eyes followed her every movement.
After she was done looking around, her eyes went back to Milo and their eyes met. They stared at each other for a while before Amelia looked away taking another sip from her tea. Milo spoke up "Why don't you like taking off your mask?" He asked her and he felt the whole air in the room go cold.
Amelia's eyes moved to him "Why the sudden question Ivanov?" Her voice had gone low also and he knew if he was not careful with his words, this slight relationship he had with her would be destroyed. He decided to come up with a goofy reason. "Well, I just feel like you'd feel a lot of heat on your face because of it. That's all" He said and smiled at her before looking away. The temperature went back to normal afterwards.
They were quiet for a while before Amelia spoke up "I know you did not go through all the stress of winning that bet just to stay with me in your penthouse and have tea" she said and he turned to her and said "Well, what if I did?". Amelia almost lost it "Look Ivanov, I don't have the time for your games. What is it?".
He knew if he did not come up with something, she might blow up and he already had a plan for this. "I can get you a meeting with Mrs. Susan Martin by Tuesday morning" He gave her the deal she was always looking for and Amelia's ears perked up at that. She asked him "Mrs. Susan Martin, the CEO of Royals?" and Milo replied "The same".
Amelia looked at him with squinted eyes "You better not be playing with me Ivanov" She said to him and he laughed saying "You've known me for way too long, darling. What makes you think I'll lie to you". Amelia leaned back on the couch she was sitting on "I guess you still have some use Ivanov" she said to him.
Milo could not believe it was so hard for the woman to say thank you. He chuckled and took a step to her "so you do not disagree with the fact that we've known each other for long?" he said and Amelia took another sip "If you consider two years long, then I suppose"
He took another step closer to her, then another "you didn't object when I called you darling. You must really love it to not object it" He said taking a few more steps to her. Amelia took another sip "Did you expect me to shout 'objection my lord'?. I just did not pay heed to something as insignificant as that" she said.
He came closer to her and leaned down to her level, making him only an inch away from her face. "Do other men call you that, Amelia?" He asked her and this time, he was not having that usual smile in his eyes. Amelia stared deep into his eyes and then, she spilled the remaining tea in her cup on his face, then she punched him and used her heels to hit his abdomen pushing him backwards to the floor.
She stood up from the couch and walked to him looking at him on the floor "I would do worse than what I just did to that person who would dare" she smiled behind the mask and walked out of the place leaving Milo to himself.