The film finally comes to an end, and I know our own ending is approaching.
“That was a great movie,” he says. “Thanks so much.”
“Well, you’re the one who picked it out,” I remind him.
He smiles. “Well, this is exactly what I was talking about. If I were with one of the others, I’d probably be watchingLegally Blonderight now.”
I laugh. “I loveLegally Blonde. Don’t you go dissing Reese Whiterspoon.”
He smiles as he stands. “Sorry… how dare I.”
I poke him in the stomach. “You better respect Miss Whiterspoon from now on.”
“I promise I will,” he says, a hand splayed on his chest.
“Well, I guess I should get going,” I say.
His smile fades, and he takes my hand. “Can’t you stay the night?” he asks. “I know that’s probably not possible… I know you have Christian.”
“Actually…” I say, and his brows perk up. “Cassie is looking after him, and he’s already in bed. She says she doesn’t mind…”
He wraps me in a very tight bear hug. “You’re staying the night.”
“I guess I am,” I say, cheerful. “Just let me shoot Cassie another text.”
He pulls my chin up to face him. “I meant what I said before… about the sex. It wasn’t what I’d planned. I’m going to make proper love to you before the end of the night, and then I’m going to fall asleep with you in my arms again. That’s a promise.”
Wow. Two times in one night. Once again, I’m stunned speechless.
I text Cassie as he tidies the living area.
“How about a tour of the house?” he says as I tuck my phone away.
I practically jump for joy. “Yes… I’d love that.”
“Well, you’ve pretty much seen this level and the main level,” he says, “So, let’s move upstairs.”
I smile up at him playfully. “Well, there’s one room I haven’t seen,” I point out, not quite able to contain my excitement. “The red room.”
He smiles broadly. “Oh… let’s wait until the end of the tour for that one.”
I pout. “You big tease.”
He leads me up the spiral staircase to the second floor. I follow him closely as he shows me the three guest rooms which are all professionally decorated in light shades and a tasteful mix of rustic and contemporary furniture.
The washrooms are all top of the line, and finally, we walk past the receptionist’s desk, and he shows me his office. More fabulous guitars hang on the walls. A large imposing mahogany desk grounds the space, and behind it, sits a large stone fireplace, flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows on either side. It’s magnificent.
“So this is where you spend most of your time?” I ask, fascinated by the space.
“Yes,” he says, standing by the windows. “And look at this view.”
I stand next to him, and look at what he sees every day, a gorgeous view of the lake. It’s dark out, but I can still imagine it.
“I often work late,” he tells me. “And it’s the perfect spot to catch the sunset.”
“It’s beautiful.”
He inches closer, and wraps an arm around my waist. I feel it in every inch of my body. “Not as beautiful as you,” he says, and is quick to add, “and that’s not just a tacky line… I mean it.”
