Page 4 of Kove and Xiah
Luckily, after I parked he exited the vehicle. I expected he would continue to remain seated right where he was in all his broody, manly glory and maybe assume I would go inside and do a live or video tour for him to view the property.
He unfolded his lengthy body, rounded the vehicle, and reached my door before I could nudge it open. I immediately regretted my vantage point because my small as shit vehicle, which sat low to the ground, and his incredibly long legs had placed my eyes at the perfect, or not so perfect, height to catch the shift in his stance that exposed the long, thick impression making an appearance while he shook his legs one by one. I absolutely believed the movement was to rectify the forty-minute drive with his legs smashed against my dash, but oh holy hell.
I thought about being in high school when the athletes used to run around the gym yanking their friends’ pants down to embarrass them in front of the girls and wondered if I could get away with pulling that prank. Based on the size of that print, he had to be working with something impressive and I wanted a little peek.
Was my thought inappropriate, yes. Did I care, hell no, sue me…
“Something wrong?”
“Huh?”
“You need to get access or something? Why you still sitting here?”
“No, I have access. You’re in my way.”
I couldn’t see his face but imagined he was frowning as he backed away to provide me enough wiggle room to exit the vehicle. I managed to get out without grabby hands and walked to the entrance. I smiled when we reached the massive glass doors covered with a simple black, metal design to somewhat provide privacy. But out here, in this neighborhood, that wasn’t necessary.
These people were wealthy, unbothered, and not worried about seeing or being seen by their neighbors.
As soon as we entered, I stepped aside and removed my phone to occupy myself while he explored, only to hear that sexy tenor of his flowing over my head.Shit, this man is tall.
“Aren’t you supposed to give me a tour and try to sell me on this shit?”
I dropped my head back to meet his eyes and the mundane expression on his face was laughable.Oh, now you want my attention…
“Would youlikea tour? I assumed this would be a solo project. You haven’t seemed remotely interested in anything I had to say prior to getting here. I can text you a list of amenities so you will have all the highlights.”
A beautiful smile blossomed onto his face and a large tattooed hand moved to his cheek. He raked those long fingers through the shiny black sheen of hair that framed his jaw and nodded. “You got that. My bad, pretty. I want to see this place through your eyes, so do your thing.”
“Through my eyes?” I frowned a bit and he grinned as his eyes danced over my body.
“Yeah. This is your shit. You’ll single out all the things I need to know about this house that my mind is too tired to currently appreciate. I’m sure my agent filled you in on all the relevant details of my life so you know what should fit and what I need.”
“Um, that’s not really how this works. You need to select a house that feels like home to you. That’s typically just a vibe or a feeling. The amenities help, but for the most part, if it feels good and it’s the right fit, you’ll know.”
He stared at me, not speaking, and heat blazed over my skin because what the hell was I doing?Feeling or vibe? If it’s the right fit, you’ll know.I wasn’t supposed to let this man vibe. I was supposed to sell him, convince him that one of these properties was a perfect selection.
“Yeah, I want your thoughts. You run down everything I need to know and I’ll see what my vibe is while you do your tour thing.”
I groaned and nodded. “Okay, let’s start with the bedrooms.”
His expression flickered with amusement and I could have died right here. I cleared my throat. “Shall we?”
He nodded and let me go first, falling in step beside me. We toured the main bedroom which had massive open space with natural lighting thanks to the glass French doors that ledto the balcony to the left of an equally impressive sitting area. The bathroom was done in neutral shades with ivory and tan limestone covering the floor and the entire shower. Everything else was glass and gold, which made it beautiful and peaceful.
Kove didn’t speak much and offered up a few “nice, cool, I fuck with its” as we moved through the remaining four bedrooms. We viewed the theatre, fully furnished basement, weight room, outdoor space, and pool. Lastly, the kitchen, which I immediately fell in love with. I stress baked and this kitchen was a baker’s dream.
There was an expansive island which would be perfect for dough work, deep drawers for storage, and one side had a dedicated baker’s section with overhead racks and enough counter space to have every blender and mixer known to man. The eight-eye gas range was simply perfection.
I was so caught up in the batch of chocolate chunk macadamia nut cookies I was mentally baking that I hadn’t realized I’d checked out until that deep, sexy baritone snapped me out of my head, causing my eyes to dart to the counter across from me where Kove was seated on the pale gray granite surface. His long legs were spread wide and almost touched the floor.
“You cool?”
“Yes, I’m fine, why?”
His smile surfaced again and, shit, this man’s smile was beautiful. Thick brows, low eyes, full lips just a few hues lighter than his golden brown skin and that beard which I wanted to feel brushing the inside of my thighs were an added bonus.
“Shit…” His smile expanded. “The way you’re all starry eyed over this damn kitchen makes me think you need to be the one dropping a stack on this place.”
