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I keep petting her. Xavier is so confusing. Ruthless one second, and the next a savior. I gasp as she jumps up onto her feet in one smooth move. She butts her face against mine. I laugh and scratch behind her ear.
“Do you want to watchHarry Pottertoo? Of course you do.”
Vincent offers me his hand to help me get up from the floor.
“It’s late. Why don’t you go get ready for bed? Della has put some of your things away. Feel free to take a shower. This is your home now.”
His words slam me right back into reality. I’m a prisoner here.
“Right.” I turn to leave but stop. “Where is my room?” He gives me a smirk that tells me that I’m not going to like his answer.
“The master.”
“I’m not sleeping with you!”
Sue runs in a circle. “Sorry,” I whisper to her. “You made me scare the cat.”
“It’s a big bed. Stay on your side, and you’ll be fine. But if you venture over to my side...”
“I won’t.” I tilt my chin up, and with a huff I leave the room. “Sue.” I call for the cat.
To my surprise, she actually follows me. I don’t know why I feel smug about this, but I do. At least I have someone who’s on my side in this house. I bet she’d help me escape if she could.
I eye the bed when I make it back to the master. I crawl up and make a line of pillows in the middle of the ginormous bed just to get that out of the way and to make things very clear to Xavier.
Sue watches me as I wander around the room to see where the stuff Xavier was talking about is located. I push open a door and find another closet.
“Holy crap.” It’s not only massive, it’s breathtaking. There is a freaking sitting area off to the side, it’s so big. In the center is a giant island that has drawers all around it. I pull one open and slam it back shut when I see women's panties. Wait. Those might be for me. I open it again and grab a pair. They’re the softest material I’ve ever felt in my life. Definitely not from the Wal-Mart clearance bin.
I turn back to the wall that’s lined with clothes hanging up. It only takes me a moment to realize the left side of the closet is mine. I run my fingers along the clothes. A knot forms in my throat.
I’ve never worn anything as beautiful and high quality as this stuff. I quickly glance over to the section that has rows of shoes, but I don’t even dare to go over there. I’ll be there for hours if I do. I grab a silk dress that I’m pretty sure is for sleeping and get out of the closet before I burst into tears. Overwhelmed isn’t even a fraction of how I feel.
I pass Sue who’s now lying on my side of the bed as I head into the bathroom. “This is all so crazy.” Her pointed ears twitch as she rumbles a purr.
I look longingly at the bathtub, but there are no freaking doors on the bathroom. I head over to the shower and try to take the fastest one of my life, but the water is so warm, and I didn't know water pressure like this existed. I reluctantly make myself get out and dress quickly before I towel dry my hair.
“You have things in the drawers on the left side.”
I scream and spin around to find Xavier standing in the opening to the bathroom.
“I could have been naked,” I hiss, but my nipples tighten thinking about him sneaking a look at me because he couldn't help himself.
“That would’ve been nice.” He smirks before turning to leave.
What have I gotten myself into? I rub my eyes. And where is Scott? He’s got to be worried sick about me, but as long as he’s alive, that’s all that matters. I’m keeping him safe, I remind myself. I’m a prisoner. I willnotbe seduced by a luxurious house, a good cook, and a sweet cat.
I brush my hair but get lost in all the fancy products Xavier has for me. I don’t know what half of them are. I could have my own spa day here if I wanted to.
I flip the light off and head back to the bed. Sue is going along with my pillow wall. By the look on Xavier’s face, I would say he’s less than pleased with it. He’s stretched out on the bed in a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt. I let my eyes roam that big broad chest of his because I can’t help myself. I mean, I’m only human.
“You have this enormous house with plenty of bedrooms, yet you have me sleep in here? Why can’t I be next door?”
“Because I want you here.” His answer is simple and almost as hard as the body on display before me.
Why does his tone make me warm between my legs? I should be furious.
“Are you coming to bed?” His gaze holds mine, and when he wets his lips, I realize I need to get into this bed and hide behind the pillows. If I don’t, he’ll see my hard nipples and the color in my cheeks.
