“You count?”
“It must be fair. Why would I invite three bendy dancers if I couldn’t satisfy all three equally?” He waggled his eyebrows.
And here I was discussing fairness in orgies with Lothair Courtemanche. Devon wasn’t paying me nearly enough, private pool be damned.
“My compliments to your prowess,” I said dryly. “Could we go through your weekly schedule now?”
“I don’t have much this week. We can look at that later.But I didn’t pay attention when my manager briefed me about this deal. Are you going to stay at my house?”
“Six nights a week, yes.”
His dimples popped. “Sweet.”
“I come with you whenever you leave the premises and always accompany you in public. If you are visiting someone’s home, we agree beforehand on how we’re going to proceed, depending on your relationship with the person and the security procedures at their place?—”
“And if I want to go alone?”
“You shouldn’t. Based on your lifestyle, level of popularity, and the threats you’ve received during the past year, we’ve evaluated your risk factor as four on a scale of one to six. For comparison, the governor’s risk factor is three.”
“Who has six?” He leaned forward with an excited gleam in his eyes.
“It’s not a competition, Lothair.”
He licked his lips. “I hate being mediocre.”
“Six is for dictators and crime lords. If it were a competition, you’re winning within your category.”
“Wild studs who annoy sad, stuck-up people?”
Did he mean I was the sad and stuck-up one? The fucker.
“Your category is the entertainment industry,” I stated, my tone ice-cold.
Lothair hummed thoughtfully and downed the rest of his coffee. Then he placed the cup on the table. “You’re right. I am highly entertaining. We’re going to have fun together, you and I.”
It sounded like a threat.
“Drink up. I’ll give you the tour.”
I followedLothair’s perfect backside through his extravagant home as he pointed out guest rooms, bathrooms, and saunas. He had a private photography studio and movie theater for forty people in the basement, a gym, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a glazed-in pool house, the largest Jacuzzi on the planet, a tennis court, and a couple of fully stocked bars. He employed twelve people just to take care of the estate. I’d need blueprints of the house to get to know it.
On the second floor, he showed me a lavish bedroom with the most enormous bed I’d ever seen. Seriously, one could get lost rolling from one corner to another. Above the bed hung a huge mirror on the ceiling. Yep. He had that. A lounge area in various shades of red and gold stood opposite the bed. With the little red lamps and potted palm trees in the corners, the place looked like an expensive brothel.
“I call it the fuck room,” Lothair said proudly. “I don’t sleep in here.”
“Where do you sleep?”
“Over there.”
He led me through double doors to the other side of the hallway.
This bedroom was entirely average and furnished with only the basics. A king bed stood against the wall, covered with white sheets. Dark blinds partially obscured the floor-to-ceiling window, an empty water glass stood on the nightstand, one large painting of clouds hung on the wall, and a simple en suite bathroom with a shower stall hid behind a narrow sliding door.
It was the least impressive room in the house—the one place that did not fit his personality.
“You sleep here everynight?”
“Yes. Unless I’m traveling.”
