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“Yes,” I said, shuffling inside so he could shut the door.
“I’m to take you up to your room.” He straightened and reached for my suitcase.
I backed up and said, “Oh, that’s fine. I can carry it.” I’d said that for two reasons. First, I wasn’t convinced he could carry it. And secondly, I was suddenly even more embarrassed of my stupid, old, ugly suitcase.
Nick’s butler probably wouldn’t want to touch it, let alone carry it up a flight or two of stairs. “I insist, Miss Cherry. Please,” he said, his hand slipping beside mine and taking over.
I let go because it felt rude not to. Maybe he’d get in trouble or something if Nick caught him shirking his duties. “Thank you,” I said, giving him a small smile.
“Of course, follow me.”
I did what he asked and wandered up the stairs behind him. I set my hand on the dark handrail and felt the smooth, polished wood under my fingers. It was the same wood that surrounded us on the walls as well.
A large chandelier hung from the tall ceiling, its crystals twinkling from the light that shined on it from the large windows.
Once we were on the second floor, he turned and strode confidently down a wide hall with the same wooden walls. So many doors—it made me wonder if anyone else lived here as well.
There were a lot of rooms just for one man.
Finally, he led me through a doorway. I’d felt stupid for not counting how many doors in it was. I let out a sigh and made a mental note to remember to count when I went back down.
“This is your room. If you need anything at all, simply press the call button on the phone beside your bed.”
He set my suitcase on the bed and turned around sharply to leave. “Oh, wait—” I called to him.
“Yes?” he answered, twisting his head toward me.
“I—you—you know my name, but I don’t know yours?”
He smiled broadly and said, “I’m Langcaster.”
“Nice to meet you, Langcaster,” I said, then extended my hand to him.
He crisply walked back to me and took my hand in a surprisingly hearty handshake. “Nice to meet you as well, Miss Cherry.”
I watched him spring out of my room as though he had a million other things to do. When he left, I took a few minutes to look around and unpack my things.
There was a fireplace in the far corner, down from the door. And huge windows with long, yellow drapes. The queen sized bed had a yellow, flowered duvet and more pillows than I could count.
Two plush, yellow and brown armchairs sat in front of the windows on a beautiful, area rug.
The bathroom was done in yellows and pinks. White subway tiles covered each wall from the floor to halfway up to the ceiling. The walls were alternating pink and yellow.
A round, wood framed mirror sat above the simple, pedestal sink.
I walked out and wandered around what would be my room for the next four weeks.
My room.
That was very apparent.
I didn’t know Nick very well, but I seriously doubted he was into yellow.
Also, I knew how Nick smelled.
I loved his spicy, male scent.
And nowhere in this room did it smell like Nick.
