ALEXA'S POV

As I cut between the sandwiches I had prepared for Mr. Rude, I place them neatly on their plate by a tray. Thanking Cassey for her assistance, I toom the tray with me on my way to Nolan's room where he had called me earlier.

His room was as I had last seen it, the after he had a nice arrangement with his girlfriend.

God, if only he wasn't so arrogant and bitchy, he could preferably be my type.

Spotting him by his balcony, I see him engrossed with his work on a floorplan. His hand is extraordinarily skilled with such detail, I wonder it's the reason why...