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expected was to come from Wilson. He had done nothing to deserve my slight attitude, or be the unknowing recipient of the thoughts which had filled my mind.
    He opened the car door and hesitated before he got out. “You were pretty quiet all the way here.”
    “Just thinking,” I said over my shoulder as I opened the door.
    I stepped from the car and attempted to clear my mind. As I walked around the rear of the vehicle, I noticed not only how large the garage was, but that there were no less than five cars in it, four of which appeared to be BMWs.
    “How many cars do you have?” I asked as I peered past him at the line of vehicles.
    “Five,” he responded.
    “I like the one we drove tonight,” I said.
    “It’s similar to yours, only a sedan,” he said. “It has two more doors. Funny when I think about it, I know I’ll never even use them.”
    I nodded my head, making note that all of the cars were white, and the Porsche SUV was a dark grey.
    “Follow me?” he asked as he walked past the line of cars.
    I did just that, watching him walk as I followed him toward the door which I suspected led into the house. His walk was unique, and seemed to be more of a saunter than an actual walk, as if he really didn’t have a care in the world. As I watched his butt wiggle back and forth in his tight jeans, I wondered what I would walk like if I were rich.
    Like a sexy rich bitch, I decided.
    I followed him through the door, not really knowing what to expect. As I stepped into what appeared to be a very large laundry room, I gazed down the long hallway, eager to see the rest of the home. In an effort to be polite, I reached down to pull off my boots.
    “No need to take your shoes off, I’m not going to,” he said.
    “I’ll go ahead and take ‘em off. I like sliding around on tile floors and a girl like me doesn’t get chances like this very often,” I said as I pulled against the heels my boots.
    “Suit yourself,” he said as he stood and waited.
    “Ready,” I said as I sprung to my feet.
    He grinned and shook his head as he turned toward the main body of the house. Like an anxious child being led through a theme park for the first time, I followed him to the end of the hallway. As the corridor ended and the house was exposed for me to see, I stood and stared like an idiot.
    “Are you coming?” he asked over his shoulder.
    “You live here?” I asked as I gazed around what I would describe as a mansion.
    “I sure do,” he responded. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
    The home was massive, and had higher ceilings than I had ever seen in a house. With an open floor plan and no interior walls to clutter my view, I could see that each large room led into another, and it seemed to never end.
    “Alone? You live here alone?” I asked as I looked around at all the furniture.
    There were three couches in the living room alone, In the distance, another room, like a smaller living room, had two chairs and another couch. Decorative vases filled with wooden sticks, pieces of steel, and fake flowers were situated around the home. Dozens of pictures hung on the walls. I could see two fireplaces from where I stood, and I imagined I was seeing very little of what the home contained as a whole.
    The floors were primarily wood or tile, and although there were rugs everywhere, the majority of the flooring I was able to see was a hard surface of some sort. Standing beside him in my socks and glancing around attempting to absorb my surroundings, my thoughts must have been written all over my face. The fact my jaw was on the floor and my eyes were as wide as saucers probably provided a small clue.
    “Yes, I live alone.” He chuckled as he studied me. “Go ahead. I know you want to.”
    Without warning or another invitation, I took off through the living room, running as fast as I was able. After reaching top speed, I planted my feet, bent my knees slightly, and slid twenty feet or so along the floor with my arms