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That thing.
Sex?
Ah. She flustered like crazy.
A phone rang and broke the tension. It wasn’t her phone. She’d left her cell in the guestroom.
“Excuse me.” Daniel got up and answered the landline by the kitchen counter. “Daniel speaking.” He paused. “I specifically instructed you that I shouldn’t be bothered at this hour. Especially now.” He listened some more then covered the mouthpiece. “Would you excuse me for a few minutes? I have an urgent call to tend to. Business.”
“Oh. Don’t worry. I’ll just mosey around there.” Charlotte pointed at the living room.
“It won’t take long.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
While Daniel returned to the caller, Charlotte got up and walked around the parts of Daniel’s house she hadn’t yet seen. While she was admiring the collection of paintings on the walls, she thought of what kind of answer she should give Daniel. She was tempted to say yes; she’d longed to live a normal life.
But did it have to be intimacy for her to take the first step toward healing?
She thought of Daniel’s good looks, his wealth and his power.
Was it okay for a nobody like her to be with someone like him?
Is it really okay for a freak like me to date a man who shines like the sun?
She wished that Daniel would let her take small steps towards opening herself to him. Love and intimacy were things that she didn’t even dare to dream about before she met Daniel. She didn’t even realize how pathetic and lonely she was until just now.
One step.
It would only take one step for her to walk from the shade into the bright, fuzzy light.
She wanted to bask in the rays of morning light, but wh
y was she scared of taking the first step?
Engrossed in deep thought, Charlotte didn’t realize she’d meandered into the guestroom. She met a young man dressed from head to toe in black livery as she was about to enter.
“Good evening, Ms. Winters.” The man inclined his head politely. “I’ve just finished carrying your luggage to your new room.”
“My new room?” What the hell is he talking about? “Who are you?”
“Pardon me for not introducing myself. I’m Arthur. I’m Mr. Addington’s butler.”
Butler. Daniel had a butler. How freaking frou-frou. She shouldn’t have been surprised.
Wait. What did he say? “I don’t have any luggage. It’s just my purse.”
“Mr. Addington ordered me to pack your necessary belongings from your apartment and bring them here.”
“Daniel did what?” A soft cluck sounded from a nearby table. She strode toward it to investigate. She found Silkie—her pet chicken—housed in a small wire cage with fresh hay bedding. “What’s she doing in here?”
Arthur adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Addington instructed me to bring your pet as well. I had to stop at Petco to get a temporary cage. I wasn’t sure what to get. I hope this is suitable to accommodate the bird for a few days. Once I’ve ordered the more appropriate one, I’ll make the switch.”
Charlotte pulled her hair in frustration. She wasn’t a confrontational type of person, but she felt like she almost lost it with the butler. Arthur was only doing his job. It was Daniel whom she should direct her anger towards.
Without a word, she grabbed Silkie from her cage and then snatched her purse before she brushed past the butler, marching towards Daniel to give him a piece of her mind. Who does he think he is? Why does he think it is okay for him to do this kind of stuff, as if I’ve already agreed to become his woman?
Or would you rather go back into the dark corner again? a part of her reminded with a reproachful tone.
