7
“Are you ready for your tour, Miss Morris?”
“Definitely. Can’t wait.”
I follow him through the kitchen and living room. “Well, since you’ve already seen the offices and living area, we’ll move on to the bedrooms and playroom.
Oooooh…playroom.
We walk down the hall, and he stops at a lovely bedroom painted in shades of white, and flicks on the light switch. It’s feminine and orderly and very pretty. “Elizabeth’s room,” he says. “Spotless. She’s like me.”
I’m mesmerized by the glass chandelier. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Let’s continue.”
I follow him to the next room. He cringes as he opens the door, and when he turns on the light, I see why. The space is a mess; clothing, books, candy wrappers, haphazardly thrown about. “I can’t stand to look at it,” he tells me. “Which is why I keep the door closed.”
“I gather he takes after his mother,” I tease.
He shrugs, looking quite defeated.
We’re both smiling as we head on to a spacious bathroom, complete with soaker tub, two vanities and spacious shower.
“This is the kids’ washroom,” he explains. “Thankfully, I have someone come in every week to clean. It’s spotless now, but just wait until next week when they’re here.”
“I get you.”
He then shows me the guest room. It’s beautiful, done in shades of grey and light blue. The bed covers are luxurious, and there’s a fun sea life theme. Black and white photos of marine animals line the walls, and a glass sculpture of a sea turtle sits atop the dark dresser.
“Wow,” I say.
“I’m kind of obsessed with all things sea life,” he admits.
I smile. “I think it’s cute.”
I then follow him to a bright open concept room, and am awed by the space. Floor-to-ceiling windows line the walls. A sitting area with a large mounted flat television makes up one corner. And in the other is a bar topped by contemporary flowing lighted spheres and skirted with leather bar stools.
At the center of it all are a blue felted pool table, a fooseball game, and a ping pong table.
“Wow,” I blurt out. “The kids must love this.”
“Funny enough, they’re usually on the sofa on their phones.”
I shake my head. “Pity.”
I walk around the pool table , sliding the tip of my fingers along the edge, and I’m suddenly taken back to my younger days, when Donovan and I used to go out and play with our friends. It seems like a lifetime ago now.
“Up for a game?” he asks.
I smile. “Uh… I don’t know. I’m not that good.”
“I’m nothing to write home about either,” he jokes.
“Well, I suppose…” I really, really want to.
He reaches in one of the table pockets and grabs a ball. “Let’s have a go.”
I bite my lip. “Yeah… let’s.” I can’t wait to see him play. I bet he’s sexy as hell.
