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rapidly on his features, but the one that emerged above all the others was consternation.
    “Art history?” he groaned and slammed his palm down on the table, “Jesus Fucking Christ! I knew there was something the old man was keeping from me.”
    I left him cursing his misfortune and headed back to my room, a wide smile on my face, more amused than I had been for days.
     
    ***
     
    I was lying on my bed with my laptop in front of me, trying to concentrate on the paper that was almost due. Re-reading the same paragraph for the fourth time, my mind again turned up a blank. It took most of the little concentration I had to ignore the sounds coming from the living room. Alex was apparently less than pleased at the prospect of faking an interest in art, and with his current assignment in general, given the furniture rattling and the amount of grumbled curses coming from the living room. Since it took more concentration to ignore him than I could actually spare, I decided to go out there intending to teach him some lessons on how to behave.
    I found him bent over a dresser, rummaging through its contents and mumbling to himself. The way his body was positioned in relation to mine, it was impossible not to notice the way his low-hung sweat pants clung tight against what had to be the most perfect ass I’d ever laid eyes on.
    “What are you doing?” I asked sharply, when I was finally able to move my thoughts away from his behind.
    He gave me an angry look from over his shoulder and continued rifling through the drawers, not at all put off by the fact that I’d caught him going through my possessions.
    “I’m looking for sheets, that's what I'm doing. I plan on catching some z’s.”
    “At four o’clock in the afternoon?”
    “While you were asleep last night, I was making the twelve-hour ride here to put my services at your disposal… Princess.” he barked and turned to face me.
    It hit me that up to this point I’d looked on Alex as an intruder, someone who’d arrived bent on destroying my life, and not really as a flesh and blood person. Annoyed, and feeling sorry for myself, I hadn’t noticed that he actually looked exhausted. I bit my lip as a pang of guilt came over me and I looked away, a little embarrassed. It was clear that neither of us had asked to be in this situation, however mad I might feel.
    “They’re over here.” I pointed to one side of my room.
    I approached a large mirrored wardrobe and pulled out a set of sheets and some towels. Turning around again, I found him standing in my doorway, studying the contents of my room with interest.
    “I’ve never seen so many pink things all in one place. I’m afraid I’ll go blind if I keep my eyes open more than ten seconds…”
    “Well I guess you’re no expert in interior design, so better keep your comments to yourself,” I smirked as I thrust the sheets into his hands.
    I didn’t give a damn what a barbarian thought about my room, even if I had arranged everything there myself, down to the last detail. I’d chosen everything personally to make it as snug as it could be. There was a large, wrought iron bed in the middle with pink sheets and covers. To the side was a chest, perfume bottles scattered over its surface, as well as tangled jewelry and some photos in frames. Next to that, a small coffee table with an antique lamp on top and a baroque-style pink armchair. To the left of the bed, and running the entire length of the room, were vast French windows adorned with lavish pink curtains. Well, maybe there was a little too much pink.
    “Let’s make you comfortable then.”
    I walked past him and headed down the hall towards the room at the end where he already put his things. Since it was never used, that room was pretty basic - just a decent bed, a wardrobe and a chair. I went over to the window and opened it wide to let some air in.
    “I’ll hang you some curtains tomorrow .”
    “No need,” he crossed in front of me and started