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“Where’s your fancy chef?” she asked, looking around.
“He only works when I have guests.”
Ansel stopped at the enormous stainless fridge, opened it, and pulled a sweating green bottle of San Pellegrino from a set, arranged in neat rows. There was barely any food, just pre-packaged snacks and bottled drinks. It reminded Saber of a hotel mini fridge.
“Drink this,” he said passing the bottle to her.
“Water?” she whined. “How about that wine you served at dinner the other night?”
“That wine is about five hundred dollars a bottle,” he said, laughing a little, “and I think it’s the last thing you need.”
She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the sparkling water.
“Oh my god, I love the bubbles.”
“I have a bed made upstairs.”
“I don’t want to go to bed, there’s no way I’ll sleep.”
He looked annoyed briefly and sighed.
“We can sit in the library for a little while you sober up.”
She walked with him to the library and sat opposite him on a leather sofa that felt supple and giving under her hands. She found herself running them over the satin of her dress then the leather of the sofa like she had in the car.
“You should feel this,” she said, indicating the couch and the dress. “I know I’m high, but I think it would feel good no matter what.”
He smiled at her, a patient smile, but not especially indulgent.
The hem of her dress slid up, and Ansel glanced at her legs again, then back up at her face.
“You’re looking at me,” she murmured, gazing at him.
“You’re a very beautiful girl.”
She smiled.
“I’ve never wanted to be touched this bad before.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath and sighed, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
“If something happened between us, nobody would ever have to know.”
She thought she saw his tongue working in his mouth, and his eyes were glowing again when he opened them. They were glowing so strangely, weren’t they? Or was that the drugs? Her imagination?
“And,” she went on, “what were you doing out driving? Where were you going?”
“I—”
“Were you going to the party? What was goingonthere? There were all these rich people, and this guy named Derek. It was all soweird—”
“I told him you were off limits.”
The words were so strange that they sounded almost meaningless.
“Why am I off limits?”
