Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Good to know,” I said, nodding as I watched him move the backsplash back into place.
“Got any questions so far?” he asked.
“The dogs,” I said.
“What about ‘em?” he asked, glancing out the windows surrounding the dining space, seeing two of them. One was on full-on guard dog duty, watching the trees. The other was on its back, wiggling its body in the grass.
“Are they going to be okay with me being here? Getting mauled isn’t exactly on my to-do list this year.”
“You’ll meet ‘em all. They don’t attack unless you climb the fence or I command ‘em to. You’re safe.”
I was going to need to do all that meeting to be sure of that for myself.
“Wanna check out the upstairs?” he said, motioning to the far side of the kitchen where I hadn’t seen the back staircase when I’d first glanced around, half-hidden behind a wall.
“Yeah,” I said. “Is there anything else on this floor?” I asked.
“Well, we passed the bathroom. Under the stairs,” he said. “And there is a basement. The door is hidden in a wall in the living room.”
“Why? What’s down there?”
“A basement,” he said.
“Yeah, but what is in the basement?”
“The usual shit,” he told me, taking my suitcase, and heading up the stairs, leaving me to follow behind. “Laundry room, storage, a dozen or so prison cells,” he said, shrugging, then turning back with a smirk when he saw my fallen face. “Relax, ma, it’s just a fucking basement,” he said, then kept moving up.
The top floor opened up to a large common room space that had it’s own sectional and a large screen TV.
Hallways led off of each side.
“This way is the primary suite,” he said, waving.
“The entire side of that house is the primary suite?” I asked, aghast, knowing how big the main floor was.
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck do you have in there? A bowling alley? Go-cart track? The entire country of Liechtenstein?”
To that, I got one of his charming half smirks that I tried to not remember seeing in that stupidly explicit sex dream from the night before.
“It’s got a bedroom, sitting room, two walk-ins, and a bathroom bigger than my childhood home,” he admitted, and it was maybe the only personal thing I’d ever actually heard him say. As if sensing that, he changed the subject as he led me toward the other hallway.
“There are four bedrooms down this way. Each has its own bathroom. You’re here,” he said, stopping at the first door on the other side of the living room.
I figured it was close enough that I could maybe still eavesdrop on the goings-on below. Or the sitting room right beside it, if his men went upstairs to watch TV since I was pretty sure there wasn’t one on the main floor.
“Need a tour?” he asked, standing outside of the door.
“Think I can figure out the floorplan of a bedroom, thanks,” I said, getting an airy chuckle out of him.
“Your uniform is in there. When you’re done changing, come on down.”
With that, he was turning and walking away, leaving me with horrible visions of an actual French maid’s uniform rolling around in my mind.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open, dragging my suitcase into my new, temporary home.
It was stupidly perfect.
I found myself almost angry with him over that fact.
I had more of those big glass windows, but they were actually sliding doors with a little balcony beyond them.
There were gray walls and a light-colored rug.
The bed itself was king-sized with a floating gray-colored headboard.
The bed almost seemed like it was floating, but I figured it must have just had a smaller hidden base.
The linens were creamy and expensive-looking.
There was a single chair sitting near the sliding doors that led to the balcony.
There was a TV on the wall beside the door that led into the bathroom.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” I grumbled as I moved inside the space.
Because, really, how was it fair that this felt like my dream bathroom? When I’d never actually fantasized about a bathroom in my entire life?
But if I had, this would have been the exact one.
With its black chevron walls, the big round mirror hung over a long stone sink with a floating cabinet beneath. Little rolled up white towels were lined beneath said sink.
And the shower.
God, the shower.
Fully glass with a rainforest shower head.
And the entire wall of it?
A window.
A window!
Judging by the slight tint to it, I figured it was one way or whatever, so that no one below could see.
But I was going to go ahead and clear that with A before I ever climbed my naked ass in there.
Through the bathroom was a small walk-in closet full of built-in storage solutions.
And hanging from one of those was a garment bag.
I swear it almost felt ominous-looking as I closed in on it.