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“My kiss is better,” Max shrugged.
“Maybe if I get home in time tonight, you can remind me.”
“Remind you?” Max grumbled. “I will remind you in every damn room in the house. That ass is mine.”
“Ahh,” Jake smiled the smile of a happy lover. “I love it when you say things like that.”
“Good night,” Angelina giggled.
“Don’t forget about tomorrow night,” Jake reminded her as Max pulled him to the car. “I will text you the address. Remember, you can always redo the house.”
Chapter 5
Angelina put her car in park as she stared in awe. Jake wasn’t kidding. This guy must be loaded from the look of the estate. It was definitely an estate. When you had to show identification to the man guarding the gate and the house was imposing enough to make you want to find the servant’s entrance, it was an estate.
A tap on her window interrupted her gawking. A stiff-looking man frowned at her from the other side of the driver’s side door.
“Can I help you, ma’am?”
“I am having dinner with Mr. Regent,” Angelina smiled, hoping to remove whatever stick this guy misplaced.
“Ms. Davis?”
“Yes.”
“I will take your vehicle, ma’am.”
“Oh, thank you.” She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. Her door was opened before she could put her hand on it. A gloved hand appeared in front of her face. Angelina placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her out of the vehicle. So much for a speedy escape if she needed it.
The man nodded as he escorted her up the sweeping front stairs. White marble columns framed the entrance. The enormous door swung open before her foot landed on the last step. A woman in a traditional black and white maid uniform scanned her before frowning. The stiff released her, returned to her car, and quickly disappeared.
Angelina felt her pulse quicken. This was not off to a good start. The valet and now the maid looked disapprovingly at her. Glancing down nervously, she straightened the skirt of her dress, brushing out imaginary wrinkles. She opted for the black dress this time. There were no sparkles or shimmery anything. It was a simple sheath dress paired with heels. Angelina had no idea what was lacking, but it was apparent the staff knew.
“This way,” the maid clipped.
Angelina stepped through the doorway into the whitest white house she had ever seen. The floors were white. The walls were white. The furniture was white. There was no color anywhere. It was bright enough she wanted to reach for her sunglasses. The maid moved quickly and soundlessly, leaving Angelina dumbstruck with no choice but to follow. She peeked into rooms as they trekked through hallways. Everything she saw was white. All the same color of blinding white. No off-shades or cream in sight.
When they finally stopped, she wondered if the maid had taken her in circles, trying to confuse her. Angelina couldn’t imagine living here. She would be the mouse in the maze looking for the cheese. There was no doubt the cheese would be white.
“Mr. Regent is waiting in the sitting room.” She waved her hand toward the closed door, promptly turned, and hurried away.
“Well, that’s a good sign,” she mumbled.
Opening the door, she found another room bathed in white. A man was seated on a small settee in the middle of the luxurious room. He stood and smiled as she approached.
“Ms. Davis,” his warm voice melted over her. “I am so glad you could make it this evening.”
“Mr. Regent.” She placed her hand in the one he held out to her.
“It is a pleasure to be here this evening.”
That part might not be accurate, but they hadn’t made it to dinner yet. Maybe the guy liked white, or it could be his mother’s choice. It was hard to tell, but it was fixable. Stores everywhere sold colored, wood-toned, and metal items that would make this space shine.
“Please call me Reginald,” he murmured against her hand as he brought it to his mouth. He kissed her hand without taking his eyes off her.
“Angelina.”
He didn’t let her hand go. Instead, he encased it in his and ushered her to the settee. Angelina tamped down her growing anxiety. He was looking at her like she was an acquisition. Almost as if she was a statue he was bidding on at an expensive art house. She bit back a groan. She would kill Jake for this. With her luck, she’d be in that pit with a bottle of lotion in no time.
