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I shrug as I follow him into the house. “I don’t know. I didn’t have much. It’s all in this bag.”
Something shifts in his expression before he nods and leads the way through the house. The walls are white, but the trim and the doors are a matte black. There are brushed bronze accents throughout the long hallway.
We climb a set of stairs that lead to a second floor with several bedrooms. There’s a large lounge space in the middle of it all. A massive couch is in the center, facing a television.
“This is going to be your space while you’re here. Mr. Tucker’s rooms are on the floor above but you have access to this lounge whenever you please. There is a small study that you can use.”
Blake leads me down another hall. The massive windows overlook the lake and the mountains. This is the kind of place where someone lives if they want to get away from the city.
It’s a beautiful home but I can’t help but feel entirely out of place.
I try to push away the feeling of my skin crawling as Blake pushes open a door. As I step into the room, my mouth drops open. The bedroom walls are mainly windows, like the rest of the house. Sheer curtains line the windows, diluting the light and casting a hazy glow over the room.
The entire bedroom is bigger than my old apartment.
“This is a lot,” I say, looking at the couch on one side of the room.
It faces a television. There’s a desk in the room as well, with a large white suede chair. More brushed bronze accents the room and in the middle of it all is a king-sized bed.
Blake chuckles. “It is strange stepping out of the world of normal people and heading into the lives of billionaires.”
“Where should I put my bag? I don’t want to get my poverty on anything.”
The corner of his mouth turns upward. He is mildly amused by my sarcasm, even if he doesn’t want to be.
“Put it over there for now.” Blake nods to the long and low dresser at the foot of the bed. “The television is on a mount and you can position it as you want with the remote on the nightstand. There is another remote to control the blinds.”
“Blake, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep things this clean. This looks like a show home.”
“Mr. Tucker isn’t here much. It’s not going to be that hard to keep clean. Even when he is here, he rarely has guests here.”
I take a deep breath and try to take it all in. Blake waits as I set down my bag and kick off my shoes before following him out of the room. He leads me back downstairs, through the massive living room, into the kitchen.
Evan stands behind the dark green island, files spread across the white quartz countertop. He looks up as I walk into the room, his gaze traveling down my body with an intensity that lights every nerve on fire.
He’s older than me, he’s my new boss, and I want him.
“Thank you for showing her around, Blake. Have a good evening.”
Blake turns and gives me another polite smile before leaving. When the front door shuts, Evan looks at me with those dark brown eyes. He’s wearing a t-shirt today and I can see that the tattoos climb higher than I thought.
If I look closely, I can see the hint of dark swirls peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
The ink moves with his defined muscles, accentuating his body.
I want to pull off that shirt and see exactly what is hidden beneath.
“How are you liking the house so far?” he asks, putting his paperwork to the side and looking at me.
Unlike most men of his status that I’ve met, it seems like he is capable of having work take a back seat. His full attention is on me.
“It’s ostentatious.”
The corner of his mouth turns upward. “You say exactly what you’re thinking, don’t you?”
“Sometimes. Depends on the question.”
Evan nods, his gaze locking with mine. He stands up taller, looking down at me. I cross my arms and cock my hip, knowing that this is a silent standoff between us. Men like him use their body language to convey that they’re the ones in charge. They’re too aware of the way they move and the way it makes people feel.
