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“Oh sure!” said Peach, glad of the distraction. “My place. Shall I bring Teddy?”
“Alright,” said Isaac. “But we’ll go around the side way. That way the creature doesn’t have to enter my house.”
The creature. My house. Isaac had this way of making Peach feel on top of the world and squashed under the weight of it all at once.
“Follow me,” said Isaac. “I hope I chose the right mansion for you.”
Oh yeah. The guy hasfourmansions on his compound. How the other half live! She guessed he’d chosen her the smallest one. Maybe the one with the worst view. But when she headed across the beautiful courtyard separating her place from his, she gasped.
Chapter Seven
ISAAC
“Yousaidyoualwayswanted to go to Europe,” said Isaac. “I figured the Mediterranean-inspired mansion was for you.”
Peach’s jaw was practically on the floor. It was good to see her looking excited about this. They hadn’t exactly gotten off to the best start, and it was important to Isaac that this business deal of theirs was good for both of them. He didn’t want Peach to feel exploited. This agreement had to be as much for her as it was for him. She was doing him a huge favor, after all.
“It’s… it’s… astounding,” said Peach, looking up at the terracotta-colored stucco walls, the red roof tiles, the arched doorways and windows.
“Glad you like it,” Isaac replied. “It’s been sitting here empty since I bought the compound. It’ll be good to have someone living in it for a while.”
Honestly, Isaac had never really known what to make of this mansion. The other mansions on the compound were all contemporary and American in style. This one stood out a bit. He’d thought about converting it to look like all the others, but it did have a certain charm. The gas-powered lanterns outside the front door. The wrought-iron railings on the balconies. Shutters on the windows. It was cute. He could probably make some good money renting it out to vacationing A-Listers at some point. Yet another money-making idea to add to the list.
“It’ll be like being on permanent vacation!” said Peach, putting down her dog carrier and facing it toward the house. “What do you think, Teddy? Shall we pretend we’re living in Spain while we’re here?”
The dog barked and Isaac tried not to be annoyed at the noise. Luckily, this house was far enough away from his that he wouldn’t be able to hear it once it was inside. It felt strange to him to think about a dog living in one of his houses. He’d have to give it a deep clean when all this was over.
“Go on,” said Isaac, handing Peach a key. “Take a look inside.”
Peach opened the front door and gasped again. “It’s… it’s… paradise!”
Inside, this house was very different to Isaac’s. His was very open, with high ceilings and a sweeping staircase. This place was built around a central courtyard with an olive tree growing in the center of it. There were stone walls, pillars, and heaps of natural colors.
“While you’re on the compound, I’d appreciate it if you could restrict your dog to this outdoor space,” said Isaac. “And make sure you clean up after him.”
He looked down at the creature in the carrier. How could such a tiny animal make his eyes itch so badly?
“Okay,” said Peach. “It’s not that big of a space, but I guess I can take him for walks along the beach when he needs exercise.”
“Yes,” replied Isaac. “Any time you need to get anywhere, you can just call your personal driver. I left a bunch of numbers for you on the kitchen countertop. You also have a personal shopper, a masseuse, a financial adviser, a cleaner, a personal trainer, a doctor, a life coach, and a chef. Oh, and a dog-sitter.”
“Seriously? All of that? A life coach? My own personal chef?”
“Of course,” said Isaac with a shrug. “It’s important I look after your nutritional requirements while you’re on my property. In fact, it’s important I look after your every need. You’re my responsibility while you’re here.”
My responsibility. Not my Little.
Isaac had to keep reminding himself of that fact. He was her guardian right now, but not her Daddy. As much as his eyes were being drawn to her curves in that tight outfit, this was not about sex. No matter what his dick kept telling him.
“You’ll also find a list of rules on the countertop,” said Isaac. “Rules about the dog, but rules about your behavior too.”
Peach arched her eyebrows at him. “What kind of rules?”
“No parties. No guests without asking my permission. You’ll get up at seven and be in bed by ten. You’ll tidy up after yourself.”
“I thought I had a cleaner?”
“The cleaner’s job is to clean, not tidy up after you,” said Isaac.
