My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 139

"I believe you." Anne nodded as she looked at Peter's face.

She couldn't figure out why, but Anne felt safe with Peter. There was something about him – was it his face? His personality? She couldn't tell.

Since he took Liam and Anne with him, Peter couldn't go back to his rented unit anymore. He looked for a hotel to stay temporarily and checked-in two rooms for him and the siblings.

He wondered if he should buy a house at this point. It'd just get more difficult to shelter the two and keep them safe.

But of course, Peter had his reasons for taking the two under his wing in the first place.

He needed to have subordinates that were capable enough to follow him on his journey.

He could have easily hired his own security guards, but he knew they weren't strong enough. Liam could help train his men to improve themselves.

Just as soon as Liam and Anne had settled, Peter's phone rang.

Peter took out his phone from his pocket, reading the screen. It was Amaris.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had left Amaris alone in the hotel all day long. He gulped. Amaris must be furious.

"Hello?" Peter answered, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"My dear, what are you doing? Why haven't you come see me all day? I'm so bored!" Amaris complained, voice delicate and charming. She relaxed against the divan, wearing nothing but her bathrobe.

She relished one of the very few times she was alone, allowing herself to dress in whatever way she wanted. Her pearly skin peeked from the robe, as she hummed and waited for Peter to reply.

Her eyebrows were scrunched together, lips pursing. She placed her arm over her stomach and tapped with her fingers over the smooth silk.

Amaris had been alone the entire day after following Peter's advice. She was unsure whether it was safe to go out, so she decided not to. She looked at the room service cart by the end of her bed, recalling how she ordered room service that morning.

"I'm sorry, dear. Today was a busy day. I'll come right over!" Peter replied quickly, thrilled at the sound of her inviting voice.

"Come quickly, dear! If you don't, I'll get the bellboy to keep me company." Amaris teased lazily, eyes hazed with desire. She crossed her legs to suppress the warmth she was feeling inside her.

Amaris looked to the mirror on the desk and admired herself. She was beautiful and she knew it. She combed her hair through her fingers and twirled it, rehearsing the look she wanted Peter to see when he arrived.

Amaris would tease Peter, but in all honesty, she was worried about him.

Peter was the only one she could rely on. Without him, she would be at the mercy of Wolf King.

"What? You'd do that?" Peter scoffed. "Wait for me. I'll be right there!"

Half an hour later, Peter knocked on Amaris' door. When she opened the door, he expected that she would run to his arms and embrace him.

But Amaris turned away and sat back down on the divan, looking at him. She just looked up at him languidly. Pursing up her delicately pink lips, she pouted,"I've been waiting for you all day. You didn't call me, and you didn't come to see me. I've been worried sick. Did you know that?" Amaris looked at Peter sternly.

"Please don't be so upset. I told you I would be very busy," Peter hastened to explain, a smile forming in his lips. He wanted to tell her what happened.

"You don't have to explain. I don't want to hear it anyway. Point of the matter is, you've made your queen unhappy today. Be a good servant and help me bathe."

"What?" Peter asked, stunned. Then just as quickly, he understood what she meant. "Yes, madam."

Peter walked towards the divan and lifted her up, arm nestled against her back and settling by her waist. He carried her into the bathroom.

Peter brought her down to sit on the rim of the tub. She slid a finger and loosened the knot on her robe. The smooth, silky robe slid down her shoulders, and Peter watched as she slowly teased and discarded the fabric in front of him.

Peter felt a warm sensation brewing inside him, gulping at the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him.