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She grins as I open my door. My entry looks fairly normal, but then she turns the corner and stops. I know she sees it.
I step up behind her and look, trying to take it in through her eyes.
My bedroom is circular. It takes up the main turret. There are a few small windows, a small balcony, and a staircase along the side that goes up to another level. One I’m not ready to share with her, maybe ever.
And what does she do…takes off right for it.
“What’s up here?” she asks as she starts up the stairs to the small wooden door at the top.
“Nothing, just some old paintings and such,” I say much too quickly.
She eyes me suspiciously but steps back down. I unclench my jaw and watch as she takes in my room. The four-poster bed. The dressers with brass handles. A large closet and bathroom are off to the right. An old tapestry of a manor house in England hangs above the entryway.
“It’s very…masculine,” she finally declares as she plops on my bed and looks around, and then gets back up. I watch as she steps into the small alcove with doors to the closet, bathroom, and a smaller closet.
“What’s in here?” she asks as she opens the door. I know the exact second her eyes adjust to the dim light.
“Oh…I…sorry,” she stammers and quickly shuts the door. She’s looking everywhere but at me and I want to laugh, but I also don’t want to make her any more uncomfortable.
“I…sometimes enjoy trying out new things in the bedroom,” I state because it’s true and I’m not ashamed of it.
I walk up behind her and open the door again, looking in on some toys I haven’t seen or used in a very, very long time.
“Is that…stuff what you like to do?” she stammers.
I press a hand on her shoulder, and she stiffens. Fuck, now I’ve scared my shy little librarian.
I run my hand down her arm and take her hand. She turns to face me.
“I haven’t used any of those things in a long time. I went through a phase after the accident and I thought that was the best way to be…intimate with someone, but I would only use that stuff if someone wanted to use it,” I explain.
“So, you aren’t someFifty Shades of Greybillionaire that I should be weary of?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Isa, it’s a few sex toys in one section of one closet. I hardly have a red room,” I reply with a pointed look.
She motions to the closet. “I don’t have any…almost any of that stuff. I don’t think most people do.”
Pink creeps up her neck and I fight my smile. “Almost any of that stuff?” I ask.
She goes from pink to red. “I have…I mean most women have…you know.”
I raise my eyebrows, feigning ignorance. “Have what?”
She rolls her eyes and gives my chest a little shove. “You know what.”
I raise my hands in a look of confusion. “No, I think you should explain it to me.”
She glares at me and something about that look fires me up. Do I secretly yearn for witty banter and a completely infuriating woman? Maybe, I do. Because my dick is already responding to Little Miss Sassy here and I want all of her attitude.
“I have a vibrator…or two, alright. Whatever,” she says as she tries to get past me.
I block her and she huffs, crossing her arms in defiance. Fuck, yes. That’s what I want, my little siren.
“You have more than one?” I ask.
“Oh my God! Yes! OK! I have three,” she says with exacerbation.
I smirk. “Three. Which one is your favorite?”
