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“I’d rather discuss the business first,” she argued.
Brogan shook his head, his lips tilting in that little partial grin she thought was so sexy.
“Breakfast or bath. ” Evidently, those were her only choices. “Which do you prefer first? There are some bath salts to ease the soreness in your muscles, imported all the way from China. ” Rueful amusement tinged the blue-gray depths of his gaze.
“Bath, I guess. ” She shrugged. “Brogan?”
He paused as he moved to turn to the bathroom, staring down at her questioningly instead.
“This business we’re going to discuss,” she asked as her heart began beating hard and sluggishly. “Is it something bad?”
“No, it’s nothing bad. ” He shook his head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart; everything will be okay. I promise. ”
But he didn’t really believe that. He wanted to, she thought. He might be trying to convince himself it would be, but she could sense his uneasiness, and that was freaking her out just a bit. She shouldn’t be able to sense anything that he wasn’t showing the obvious signs to.
“I’ll start your water. ” Turning, he headed back to the bathroom before pausing at the door and glancing back at her. “You have several changes of clothes; wear whatever you like. I thought we’d take a walk after breakfast, but the path is easy enough for sandals or sneakers. ”
A walk sounded nice. Or was that when he was going to discuss the business of Chatham, Elijah, and Jedediah’s morning visit?
Checking the bag he had brought, Eve pulled out one of the heavy plastic hair clips she used to pin her hair up. Twisting the long strands to the top of her head, she clipped it in place before moving to the bathroom when he left.
True to his word, he had started her bath. The water was deliciously warm without being too hot. The bath salts gave it a silky, caressing feel as she settled into it, sighing at the luscious sensation of the water easing overused muscles.
The tub itself was large enough for two or three people. There was an open shower larger than her entire bathroom. The vanity and sleek modern overlarge sink sat on one side of the room, a pair of heavy padded chairs beside it. The toilet was in a room by itself, separated from the bathing area with a sliding wooden door that pushed into the wall. Heated ceramic tiles covered the floor, while more tile covered the walls and gave the bathroom an elegant, charming feel. It was luxurious and ultrarich, with enough wasted space to house two more regular-size bathrooms.
The entire house was a rich person’s play den, nothing more. One of those places the megarich kept as a hidden sex spot: wild parties, mistresses, booze, and drugs. Hell, in the other bathroom there had been an eight-ball of cocaine sitting in the medicine cabinet in plain view.
She hadn’t checked this bathroom that well yet.
Finishing her bath with the fragrant soap Brogan had laid out for her, Eve stepped from the tub nearly half an hour later. Drying herself, she brushed her hair until the silky sheen gleamed a blue-black, then dressed quickly.
The white lace panties and matching bra she’d found in the bag comprised one of her nicer sets. Trust Brogan to pick out the best she had.
The short cream-colored chiffon skirt and matching sleeveless top slid over her skin as she dressed, caressing it with cool silkiness.
The top was held up by fragile straps over her shoulders, while the shallow vee cut of the bodice revealed the upper curves of her breasts. The skirt fell just below her thighs, the soft flare of the material making her legs appear much longer and sexier.
She was dressed now and ready to face whatever lies or perhaps explanations Brogan might have.
Nervously she left the bedroom and headed to the main part of the house. There she found Brogan in the large open kitchen sliding pancakes onto a plate with steaming eggs. Beside it sat another plate, while bacon, sausage, and fluffy biscuits filled a platter.
“I thought we’d sit on the breakfast patio. ” Grabbing the two plates and silverware, Brogan nodded to the platter. “Grab that. The coffee’s already out there. ”
The breakfast patio held a wide table and seating for six. Sitting across from Brogan at one end, she stared at the tall picture windows that surrounded them on three sides.
Eve enjoyed the view outside as they ate in silence. At one point, a doe moved through the trees beyond the glass, and a thought piqued her curiosity.
“What happens if hunters accidently shoot this way?” Hunting season would be coming around in a few months.
“The windows are actually bullet resistant. The glass itself has a special coating that blocks anyone outside from looking in. ” He volunteered more information. “All the windows in the house are similarly secured. The basement has a security room with its own backup generator, and that wall”—he indicated the mural painted on the wall leading into the living area—“has a hidden panel to a safe room. There are satellite phones, cell phones, and a landline. The wires to the landline are buried nearly six feet deep and run through metal pipes. The phone and electrical wiring runs through the house in titanium tubing, and it’s almost impossible to open the access panels without the proper key. ”
“Wow. ” Sipping her coffee, she turned back to him. “All the comforts of home, huh?” She grinned.
“Just about,” he agreed as he bit into a sausage li
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“So, which ultrabillionaire does it belong to?”
