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Sarah,the maid, shows me to a guest room. It’s just down the hall from Alex’s room and has its own huge, modern bathroom.

The bedroom is elegant but cozy and bigger than my entire apartment, with a sitting area on one side of the room. The king sized bed has a white fluffy comforter stretched across the bed and a ton of pillows sitting on top.

It reminds me of the beds you see in magazines and television shows. The beds that look amazing, but no one keeps it that way because it would take twenty minutes to get all the pillows back in place.

I can only imagine how comfortable the bed is. Not that I think I’ll be spending a lot of time here. Alex already said he wants me in his bed.

And who am I to complain?

My gaze wanders around the room, taking in the tiny details that someone worked hard to put together.

The white sheer curtains hang from the entire length of the wall, from the ceiling to the floor, making the large windows look even bigger.

Everything screams wealth and luxury, from the deep paint colors to the extra plush carpet and everything in between.

The large walk-in closet looks like it has been designed by a professional, like it came straight from a magazine.

One wall is nothing but shelves for shoes, while the other three are lined from floor to ceiling of drawers, shelves, and hanging rods.

“Wow, this is ridiculous.”

Who would have enough clothes to fill up a closet of this size?

Rich people like Alex.

I leave the closet and walk over to the sitting area, plopping down on the chaise and stretching my legs out as I lean back.

This would be a great reading chair, if I had any books to read. It’s firm enough to not kill my back, but soft and cozy enough to be comfortable lounging for hours.

Maybe I can slip away from work to go to the library someday soon. I’ll have to see if Alex can give me a ride since we are twenty minutes away and not within walking distance.

I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to grow up in a house like this.

Would I have finished college and gotten adegree? Would I be expected to work for my rich parents’ business?

A gentle knock sounds on the guest bedroom door.

“Come in.” I call out, not knowing if it’s Mr. Strickland or Sarah coming to check on me.

The door opens and Alex peeks his head inside.

He looks around the bedroom for a moment before turning his gaze to mine. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure. You don’t have to ask.”

“This is your room now. I’m not going to barge in whenever I want. You deserve privacy, too.” He steps inside the room carrying an armful of bags.

“I got you something,” he says with a grin.

“Something? That looks like the entire store.”

He shrugs and places the bags next to the bed before walking back into the hallway and returning with another armful of bags.

Oh, my god. Did he buy an entire store?

Alex walks over to me, stopping when he’s at the bottom of the chaise. “You can take back what doesn’t fit, or what you don’t like. I wanted you to be more comfortable here.”

I look down at the leather leggings I’m wearing and rub my thighs together. “These are comfortable. These are my new favorite pants.”

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