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I let out a disappointed sigh.
He’d hired me to fuck him.
Not to sleep with him.
At the hotel, he’d been a cuddler. Even spooning me if I turned away. And I’d enjoyed the heck out of it.
I guess it would be different here at his house, though.
When Nick was in the mood,would he come to my room? Or would I visit his?
If my room was this nice, what would his look like?
Since I hadn’t been given any formal instructions—I couldn’t really be blamed for looking around his house, right?
A smile crossed my face and I decided to go for a little tour. I poked my head out of the doorway and looked both ways.
Nothing.
Not a sound.
So, I wandered out and strolled down the hallway.
Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom.
Lots of bedrooms.
To the left there was a much larger, arched doorway that I peeked in. “Oh, nice,” I whispered to myself as I stepped inside the library. There were several glass covered bookcases all around on each wall.
I saw a few large cabinets with what looked like mismatching China dishes and bowls. It felt almost like they were calling to me. I was drawn to them in some odd way.
I moved to the interesting display and peered through the immaculately clean glass.
There was no rhyme or reason for the dishes, bowls, plates, and cups.
Yet in the randomness—there was beauty.
I bet each piece had a story, and I wanted to know every one of them.
After that, I did a quick snoop of all the books.
Then I found myself back out in the hallway. I spotted the stairs and instantly decided to head up to the third level.
Why not, right? It wasn’t like I’d been told not to.
The stairs had a dark, red, carpet runner up the middle of them.
It seemed newer and more plush than the carpet that led from the main floor to the second. As I walked up the winding stairs, I arrived at the third level hallway. It was much shorter than the second level.
I waited for a minute, listening for any sounds.
When it seemed safe, I continued to saunter up to a large, ornately carved door. I ran my fingertips over the giant rose in the middle of the door, feeling the smooth ridges and swirls.
I held my ear directly on the door, again listening for any sounds of life on the other side.
When I was certain I hadn’t heard anything, I placed my hand on the door handle and carefully pushed my thumb down on the top lever.
A loud clicking sound echoed in the stillness and I opened the door.
