Milena's POV
Carefully, I make my presence known by sauntering into the room with my usual scowl according to Julian. Their eyes are on me as I take my seat to continue working at least that's what they think.
" Where were you?" I pick some grapes from the fruit tray, lock my gaze with him, and pop them into my mouth, chew slowly by sliding my tongue on my lips and moan to let him know I'm enjoying the grapes.
" The Steward gave me a tour. Did you expect me to be alone on this planet of a plane?" He looks like he wants to murder someone with the way he's gripping the armchair.
" A Steward? A boy?"I shrug, popping more grapes into my mouth to prevent soiling the young's man's name.
" Yes. I'll like to see the en suite, your personal maid can do that right?" He looks between us then sighs.