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“You have a door connecting your office and your bedroom? My dude, have you ever heard of a work/life balance? No wonder you’re a worka— holy shitballs.” I stumbled to a stop and gaped at Evan’s bedroom as I stepped through the doorway. “What in the enchanted forest is going on in here? This is right out of one of those ‘which would you choose’ fantasy bedroom videos on my For You Page!”
Evan chuckled and closed the door behind me. “I have no idea what most of that means.”
“It means this room will be living rent-free in my head for a long time.” I craned my neck to look around. “Nowthisis a vibe.”
The bedroom was even more opulent than the rest of the apartment with the same cathedral ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows. A king bed on a platform dominated one side of the room. Evan’s comforter was big and fluffy and a dark navy blue, and his pillows were the same shade, only made of satin. Or silk.
A massive two-sided fireplace separated the bedroom area from what looked like a small sitting area with a chaise, something that could have been a hammock but appeared to be floating, and a lamp that was more art than lighting fixture.
The furnishings were the same dark wood as the floors, and the almost-black walls somehow made the room seem warm and sensual rather than gloomy.
In one corner was an open entryway that I assumed led to a closet, and a heavy, ornate chandelier hung over the bed. The chandelier was probably the most interesting part of the room. The fixture itself looked like an abstract bundle of wires and metal rods all bent intentionally into a complicated ball, but the light projected onto the walls and ceiling was shaped into branches, like how the sun or moon looked as it filtered through a heavy tree canopy in the woods.
Evan walked over to a panel of sorts and tapped a few buttons. The chandelier dimmed, then went out. Some sort of recessed lighting was built into the insanely high ceilings and bathed the room in a soft glow as they turned on.
“Do you ever wonder about people with binoculars peeping on you while you’re in this giant sky fishbowl?”
“No.” He leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest.Naked chest. I swallowed heavy. “In fact, I kind of enjoy the notion. That’s why I spend so much time walking around in the nude. If they’re going to look, I might as well give them a show.”
“Great. Now I havethatmental image of you while I’m trying to be mad.”
He shrugged, his eyes dancing with laughter.
“Where’s the door to your office?” I asked.
“Through there.” He pointed at the wall.
“Um, Ev? I hate to break it to you, but that’s not a door.”
Smirking in that way that was as sexy and disarming as it was annoying, he went to the wall and pressed on a piece of wainscotting. The wall swung open, revealing a heavy-looking wooden door.
“You have a literal secret room and you use it as youroffice?” I tsked. “You could have made a sex dungeon or a hidden library or a sensory deprivation room.”
“A sensory deprivation room?” He closed the door, wall, whatever it was.
“Yeah! Don’t you ever wish you had a place to go when you get overstimulated? Just a nice, quiet room with lots of comfy things and no outside stress.”
“Not sure that would be considered sensory deprivation, but a room like that is appealing. And my office has an entry from the hallway, so it’s not a secret room. The door is hidden for aesthetic purposes.”
“No getting distracted.” I crossed my arms and focused my attention on Evan. The liar who lied. “Talk. Now.”
He motioned for me to follow him to the sitting area of his room. He perched on the chaise part of the chair. I looked at the floating hammock thing.
It was more of a round suspended platform, big enough for two people to lie down on, and covered with pillows and fluffy blankets. Now that I was closer, I could see the thin wire-like cords holding it to the ceiling.
I waved my hand at the confusing contraption. “Is this a rich person’s version of a sex swing?”
Evan made a weird sound, like a cross between a splutter and a cough.
“Why is it so big? Are you a swinger?” I snickered. “A swinger who swings on a swing? Have you had sex on this thing?”
“Does sex with myself count?”
“I’ll allow it.” I gingerly sat on the edge of the platform. “Eeek!”
The world tilted as the hammock swung backward, throwing me off balance. I landed on my back, my feet in the air, as the thing swayed like a pendulum taking me along for the ride.
“Goddamn stupid…” I tried to sit up but only managed to flop around like a fish out of water as the thing swung in a wide arc. “Mother effer!”
