She stood up and headed toward the stairs, casting a glance back at the two of them.
Matthew clutched a laptop, his words spilling out in a rush, while Jacob's fingers danced across his phone, tossing in the occasional remark.
What kind of work kept them so hooked?
She shrugged and climbed the stairs at a leisurely pace.
Ahead stretched a grand hall, and she couldn't help but wonder what all these rooms in this *mansion* were for.
She peeked into each one, finally picking her favorite.
Tall floor-to-ceiling windows framed a sprawling balcony, intricate plasterwork adorned the walls, and dazzling chandeliers hung overhead.
She opened one of the doors and descended its steps, her eyes landing on shelves and racks...a wardrobe room.
Climbing back up the five steps, she turned the handle of another door and stepped inside, entering another chamber.
The bedcovers were tossed aside, a book and glasses rested near the pillows…
A laptop and scattered papers littered the desk. She ached for her own laptop and her violin.
This room probably had a bathroom too. Hoping for shampoo, she approached one of the doors and swung it open. A tablet and a book sat on the table beside the bathtub.
What was this place all about?
Did he work here too?
She muttered to herself, snatched a few shampoos, and turned back.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she found him lounging on the bed, propped against the headboard, lost in his laptop again.
He glanced up, his eyes sweeping over her.
+"Showered? Come here! Get yourself ready."
A flush of heat raced under her skin. She murmured softly,
-"I'm not ready yet! my side wound hasn't healed. It'll hurt."*
And with that, she darted out of the room.
That crazy guy!
Was sex all he ever thought about?
After scrubbing her body three times with different shampoos, she finally wrapped a towel around herself and stood before the mirror