with curiosity. I’m laughing to myself again as I open a door next to the black bedside table. Jeez, this has to be Adrien’s. It’s like he’s brought his walk in wardrobe here from The Shard. He has suits and shirts in order like soldiers, and his tie fetish has followed too. However, he has more space dedicated to his casual attire and footwear, which tells me he wants to make this his home. He wants to be comfortable here.
I close the door and head to another door opposite the bed. I feel the wall and turn on a dimmer switch. I’m looking in our bathroom: all tiled, with his and hers matching smoked glass bowl sinks, beneath an unforgiving mirrored wall. There’s even a wet-room, confined in opaque glass, and a large square sunken bathtub, big enough for two.
I turn off the light and back up into the bedroom, dumbstruck. Places like this don’t happen to me. Over the months I’ve got to know Adrien, his tastes and his ways. And when I said yes, I had absolutely no expectations from him at all. Frankly, you forget your surroundings when you love someone. Money doesn’t matter. Objects and possessions don’t mean squat. I saw right through the luxury at The Shard, because Adrien to me is more important.
To hell with it. I leap and dive onto the scrumptious mattress, my legs and arms doing the starfish as I chuckle.
“So you like the place then?” Oh crap, he’s been watching me . “You can fill yours up when you’re ready.”
I bite on my cheek, embarrassed, watching his sexy silhouette in the doorway.
“Fill what?” I sit up as he saunters over.
“Your closet.” He looks to the one door I didn’t open. “We can make a day of it. I’ll be your chauffeur. I’ll even be your official bag carrier,” he smiles.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Elizabeth,” he says in a deep disappointed tone, as he angles down over me. “You know I don’t like the word no. It doesn’t suit you, and it displeases me.”
I’m thinking of the movie Pretty Woman, and I don’t want to compare myself to a hooker. I’m all for a little retail therapy, and if he wants to buy me some nice underwear, then that’s fine. But I refuse to buy clothing with plastic that clearly states his name. Or worse still, paraded into every top designer shop on Bond Street, to be dressed and fussed over like a Barbie doll.
“Well it displeases me being told what to do,” I flirt, hoping to change the subject. “I will however think about it, now that we live in this amazing apartment.” I bite my lip, waiting for him to take me.
“Okay.” He crawls up my tingling body. “I’m glad you like it. I love seeing you smile.” He kisses me. “It turns me on.” He pulls away with a fuck-me wink.
Yes, marvellous sex coming right up. I kiss him back with happy eyes when he stops accepting my touch, and kind of immobilises to listen to something.
“What was that?” he muffles as I nibble his lip.
“Nothing.” I try to pull his head back to me.
“You’re hungry.” He stands up from the bed, quick. “I can’t concentrate with that human noise coming from your gut.”
“I am?” I scowl, frustrated.
“Come on, I’ll fix you some food.”
I can’t believe he’s walking away from me. I’m not hungry; well, I don’t feel hungry. I would much rather roll around in these sheets with him than eat food.
I stand in our kitchen as he pulls the door open on the mammoth double fridge. Wow, that is one well stocked fridge, considering he doesn’t need to eat much. Half of that food will go to waste. He takes out a bottle of wine and turns to me.
“Well… ideas?”
I take a good look, shelf to shelf. I don’t particularly want to eat alone. He says I’m hungry, but I’m not. That bubbling you get when you need food, was an excited bubble because I needed him inside me.
“Elizabeth?” he huffs out.
“Okay, I’ll cook, but will you eat with me?”
“Hmm.” He’s reluctant. “Sure.”
“I’m not going to
I close the door and head to another door opposite the bed. I feel the wall and turn on a dimmer switch. I’m looking in our bathroom: all tiled, with his and hers matching smoked glass bowl sinks, beneath an unforgiving mirrored wall. There’s even a wet-room, confined in opaque glass, and a large square sunken bathtub, big enough for two.
I turn off the light and back up into the bedroom, dumbstruck. Places like this don’t happen to me. Over the months I’ve got to know Adrien, his tastes and his ways. And when I said yes, I had absolutely no expectations from him at all. Frankly, you forget your surroundings when you love someone. Money doesn’t matter. Objects and possessions don’t mean squat. I saw right through the luxury at The Shard, because Adrien to me is more important.
To hell with it. I leap and dive onto the scrumptious mattress, my legs and arms doing the starfish as I chuckle.
“So you like the place then?” Oh crap, he’s been watching me . “You can fill yours up when you’re ready.”
I bite on my cheek, embarrassed, watching his sexy silhouette in the doorway.
“Fill what?” I sit up as he saunters over.
“Your closet.” He looks to the one door I didn’t open. “We can make a day of it. I’ll be your chauffeur. I’ll even be your official bag carrier,” he smiles.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Elizabeth,” he says in a deep disappointed tone, as he angles down over me. “You know I don’t like the word no. It doesn’t suit you, and it displeases me.”
I’m thinking of the movie Pretty Woman, and I don’t want to compare myself to a hooker. I’m all for a little retail therapy, and if he wants to buy me some nice underwear, then that’s fine. But I refuse to buy clothing with plastic that clearly states his name. Or worse still, paraded into every top designer shop on Bond Street, to be dressed and fussed over like a Barbie doll.
“Well it displeases me being told what to do,” I flirt, hoping to change the subject. “I will however think about it, now that we live in this amazing apartment.” I bite my lip, waiting for him to take me.
“Okay.” He crawls up my tingling body. “I’m glad you like it. I love seeing you smile.” He kisses me. “It turns me on.” He pulls away with a fuck-me wink.
Yes, marvellous sex coming right up. I kiss him back with happy eyes when he stops accepting my touch, and kind of immobilises to listen to something.
“What was that?” he muffles as I nibble his lip.
“Nothing.” I try to pull his head back to me.
“You’re hungry.” He stands up from the bed, quick. “I can’t concentrate with that human noise coming from your gut.”
“I am?” I scowl, frustrated.
“Come on, I’ll fix you some food.”
I can’t believe he’s walking away from me. I’m not hungry; well, I don’t feel hungry. I would much rather roll around in these sheets with him than eat food.
I stand in our kitchen as he pulls the door open on the mammoth double fridge. Wow, that is one well stocked fridge, considering he doesn’t need to eat much. Half of that food will go to waste. He takes out a bottle of wine and turns to me.
“Well… ideas?”
I take a good look, shelf to shelf. I don’t particularly want to eat alone. He says I’m hungry, but I’m not. That bubbling you get when you need food, was an excited bubble because I needed him inside me.
“Elizabeth?” he huffs out.
“Okay, I’ll cook, but will you eat with me?”
“Hmm.” He’s reluctant. “Sure.”
“I’m not going to
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