Page 45 of Final Goodbye
“Use the bathroom in the master bedroom. That one is having work done on it.” Shooting him a thumbs up from behind my back, I continued to walk toward his bedroom. It would be my first time in this area of his house, and I was curious if it looked just as nice as the rest of it.
The house as a whole may not have a bachelor spin on it, but his room was definitely… more him. I could smell his scent wafting around the room, like this was where he spent most of his time.
Just a dim light came from the lamp on the end table, giving the room a dark and sexy vibe. Unlike the other rooms throughout the house that were light, cozy and welcoming, this room almost looked like theBlack Room of Pain. Maybe the movie we were watching was getting into my head so much that I remained hopeful with the direction this evening would take us.
My jaw dropped as I looked left and took in the shower of my dreams. Getting a closer look, my eyes drifted toward the top where the overhead waterfall head was installed; a massive square in the ceiling that looked like four people could comfortably stand underneath. Dark charcoal tiles surrounded the wide-open shower space with a built-in bench made of dark wood that sat over to the side.
“The things that could be done in this shower…” I whispered under my breath in amazement. Fuck. I gawked at the large luxury tub that sat to the side of the shower. It looked like his own personal indoor hot tub.
And that’s exactly what it was. Inching closer, I realized that jets were inside the large black concrete tub. Suddenly, my sore muscles were craving an evening spent in the warm water with the hard jets pounding on my back, a glass of wine and a good book. I could see it now.
This had to have been the sexiest bathroom I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I wondered what was going through Declan’s mind when he designed this masterpiece. And then my eyes fell to the massive floor-to-ceiling window just behind the tub. The glass had a slight fog to it, but you could definitely see through it.
When a teasing smile found my lips, I shook my head and found myself thinking: Declan either had secret shades that came out of the tall ceilings that covered the view or was a hidden sex freak and didn’t mind being watched with these wide-open windows.
I hoped it was the latter.
Thinking of Declan having kinks I didn’t know about made my insides squirm all over again.
After gawking at his perfectly designed bathroom, I finally used it like I said I was going to. I wasn’t intending on creeping around, but I couldn’t control my curiosity with it being my firsttime in here. But a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt… I hadn’t even taken in his bedroom as much as I wanted to.
His bed was huge, it had to be king-sized. Even with a bed that big, there was still plenty of space left in this room. A large chair was in the corner by another window. And yup, you guessed it, more floor-to-ceiling windows with the perfect view of the bed. But this one had long dark gray curtains that he currently had open. Completing the look with dark decor, black and white photos were perfectly placed above the headboard of the bed. The only splash of color was from the live plant that sat in the corner by the window.
I was lost in awe as I took in the stunning space around me when I heard that familiar, deep voice behind me. But this time, it was a little gruffer than normal, catching my attention when I slowly turned around.
“You get lost on the way to the bathroom, Paige?”
“I was just taking in the customization of everything. Very impressive,” I said nervously with a lump in my throat. Goosebumps began to form on my arms.
His room felt a lot smaller now that he was in it. He lifted his body from the doorway he was once leaning on and slowly made his way closer. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous that I had been caught snooping around. It’s not like I was opening and closing his drawers or anything.
Images of him and I clouded my thoughts. In this bedroom, in his bathroom, the shower, pressed up against the window, in every inch of this room. Now that he was standing in front of me, I felt myself clamming up.
His footsteps fell, one after the other until we were only inches apart. My nerves had me backing up slightly as I bumped into the large bed that sat center in his room. My hands braced on the soft gray covers to catch myself from falling.
“Wow, what is this? Egyptian cotton?” I let out in a nervous breath before I continued to ramble. “Must be like five hundred thread count, huh?”
“It’s silk,” he answered, his eyes going dark.
Declan and I were standing so close I had to look up at him since my eyes went straight to his chest. His head fell back for a second before he looked at me with an eyebrow perked up.
“Are you done rambling yet?” he asked as I gave a gentle nod in response.
“What are you doing looking around in my bedroom, Paige? I was thinking you may have forgotten about me and your favorite movie out there,” he joked.
“I didn’t say it was my favorite. Just a movie I was wanting to watch at the moment,” I explained.
“Why did you really want to watch that movie?” he asked. I had a feeling he was onto me and my little ruse to tempt him, make him as horny as I currently was.
I straightened my shoulders, trying to look confident when I answered. “I know you wanted to just talk and get to know each other better, but I want you to want me like I want you,” I mustered up as much courage as I could with that last part slipping out of my mouth.
“You think I don’t want you, Paige? Do you not recall me coming apart in my pants just the other week like a fourteen-year-old boy with your pussy grinding on top of me?” The thought heated my cheeks, making them turn pink; it was feeling a lot hotter in here now. I went to open my mouth to speak when he started up again, this time sounding more serious.
“Don’t ever say I don’t want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you showed up in town. You took my fucking breath away when you noticed me on the street. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky thatyougavemea second look. I was so God damn stunned by you, I couldn’t get you out of my head for days. It’sbeen weeks now and you’re still stuck in my head.” He thumped his finger against his temple.
Stunned, I wasn’t sure what to say. Instead, I whispered, “Then why don’t you want to kiss me? We haven’t kissed since you took me into the closet at work.”
“That’s a lie. We kissed earlier today,” he snapped back.
