that, a butler,” she smirked with glee.
But what about the other guests – where were their cars? But perhaps I was just over thinking it.
“And you and I – we walk?” I groan grabbing my shoulder bag. Given that I’d dressed to impress the shoes on my feet were hardly up to the task. Shiny red heels were certainly not meant for walking in. At that moment I cursed Anton Mortimer, whoever he was, for living at the back end of nowhere and just hoped he’d live up to expectations.
And he did , and much more. He was the archetypal tall, dark handsome male but there was something more. He had an enigmatic sexiness, a captivating quality to his face that immediately hooked and entranced me. He was a veritable sex God with broad shoulders and slim hips. Put him in any social setting and he’d be an instant magnet for all the poor unsuspecting females around. In that first moment of meeting him I could understand why Jane had fallen for this man and I felt nothing but envy for her,
“This is my best friend and flatmate, Rosa,” she introduced me.
He smiled and held out his hand, a long, pale hand with elegant fingers. I look and then tentatively take hold of it with my own. There is an immediate spark, a jolt of something weird yet oddly pleasant that shoots through my body making me catch my breath. What is this? Why such a reaction to a complete stranger? He smirks slightly, his full lips just tweaking upwards at the edges. He knows, is that because he felt it too? What further magic is this man capable of I wonder as my gaze meets his and my insides turn to mush.
“You’re very welcome here, Rosa,” he smiles letting go of my hand. “Addams will show you up to your rooms. Unpack and come down then I’ll show you both around the place,” he offers.
“He’s nice,” I tell Jane. “In fact he’s very , very nice.” I grin and race her to the top of the staircase as we both giggle loudly. The noise we’re making gets a sort of withered look from Addams who’s following up behind us and we both grab each other and collapse into hysterics. “This is some place you’ve brought us to,” I whisper. “Huge house, dishy guy and to top it all – a butler,” I compliment trying hard not to get the giggles again.
But great as this weekend thing seems for now, apart from the noise we are making, the place is very quiet and that bothers me a bit. Jane had said this was a house party – so where are the other guests?
“ It’s early yet,” Anton dismisses as we eat dinner out on the terrace overlooking his vast garden. “Some of my friends won’t make it until tomorrow anyway,” he explains. “The pressures of work, you know what I mean,” he smiles. “Anyway, would it be such a dreadful thing to have you both to myself for the evening,” he adds taking my hand and kissing it lightly.
Oh shit, this man’s dynamite. Another jolt and more sparks that this time dare to dance between my thighs. Unnerving though not unwelcome but I have to give myself an urgent nudge. He’s Jane’s man not mine.
But that funny feeling I have about this place is still circling around my brain and there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s a bit like some sixth sense telling me that being here is wrong, dangerous even. I don’t know if it’s nerves, a premonition, not that I’m usually given to such things, or just me. But I have the strangest feeling that I should be wary of this house and particularly of this man, gorgeous or not. And that just isn’t normal – well not for me anyway.
I don’t think Jane was very impressed either but for very different reasons. She’d expected to palm me off with one of Anton’s friends so she could have him all to herself. No friends meant we had to share him. He was such a gentleman he’d never allow me to be on my own while he spent time with Jane. So she was miffed because
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