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“Do you remember what I told you?” he said, as he stalked towardsme.

“When?”

“I said I wanted to fuck you in every room of this house, and Iwill.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, a smile formed on my lips. “I’ll make sure to mark my territory, Mackenzie, just in case you decide to bring another woman here when I’mgone.”

I heard his sharp intake of breath. “I don’t bring women here. You’re the first, and last. I like that little jealous streak youhave.”

“Oh, I’m not jealous,I….”

Was I? I didn’t think I was. However, I didn’t like the thought of him having another woman at hishouse.

“I’ll also make sure to leave the odd pair of panties around, just in case,” I said, with awink.

He laughed. “If I wasn’t so concerned about your hip, I’d start yourmarking your territoryrightnow.”

“I’m not that precious,” Isaid.

“You are to me,” he whispered. Before I could respond, he took my hand. “Come on, rest of thehouse.”

We walked back up to the ground floor and then up the stairs. Mackenzie grabbed my overnight bag on the way. He took me to his bedroom first, I’d been there before, and he placed the bag on thebed.

“You can shift some stuff around in the closet, make somespace.”

We then left the room. He showed me three more bedrooms, all beautifully decorated. I paused in one, the dressing table held cosmetics, female cosmetics. I guessed he’d seen melook.

“Gabriella’s room, when she stays. Well, I should say, Gabriella and Alex’s room. Although I need to shift them a little further down the hallway, they’re not the quietest ofcouples.”

I gasped and bit down on my lower lip. “You cannot saythat.”

He laughed, “It'strue.”

“Are all Americans so open about their sex lives as youare?”

“No idea. I’m forty years old, Lauren; I don’t have time to fuck about. I say and do what Iwant.”

Do you? I wish you did,Ithought.

There was a large family bathroom and another shower room. We walked back downstairs and through the kitchen to a set of doors. The garden was laid mainly to lawn but had a large terraced area with sofas. We walked towards a brickbuilding.

“Summer house, or whatever you call them here,” he said, as he opened thedoors.

“Pool house,” I said, as I saw the sparkling expanse of bluewater.

“There’s an apartment above that, I guess forstaff.”

“Do you havehelp?”

“I have someone come in and clean a couple of times a week. Housework isn’t mything.”

“No, I can’t quite see you being the domestic type. Who does the foodshopping?”

“I do. I’m a modern man, Lauren. I don’t go to the store, fucking hate that. Do it online, or Kerrydoes.”

“Kerry?”

“The cleaner. Well, she’s probably more of a housekeeper since she sorts my laundry aswell.”

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