Page 27 of Rich Girl
“No, one bedroom is through that door, and the smaller bedroom is through the other door.”
She points in the general direction of where these two doors are located. I turn around on my heels, spinning in a slow circle, debating how fast should I run away from this.
“How many bathrooms?” I ask.
“Two.”
I cover my mouth with my hand, hoping she can’t see how ridiculous I think this is.
“I thought you said you had a room,” I remind her. “But this is basically five.”
She blushes to the roots of her beautiful hair, and for the first time since we met, she seems to be slightly embarrassed.
“My friend got the place…”
She’s still sticking to her story. I should probably care, but I don’t. While I am not necessarily a player, I do have my fair share of girls. This one seems to be on a mission to sleep with someone who’s beneath her station, as they say. If having sex with me will give her something to talk about with her friends, I’ll do everything in my power to help her.
“Which room is yours?”
My question takes her by surprise. Once again, she thought I was going to bolt.
“The door on the right.”
I reach out to take the shoes from where she still has them clutched to her chest. I pull harder when she is frozen in place, and she finally lets go. I let them drop to the floor with a soft thud against the even softer carpeting.
“Show me,” I whisper to her.
As of hypnotized, she turns around and walks toward what is supposedly her room. When she reaches the door, she checks behind her, making sure that I’m following her. She opens the door and steps inside, then waits for me to do the same.
The bedroom is massive. I’m pretty sure my entire apartment at the shop would fit in here. I’ve never needed this much space. With just me, I’d be wasting money on anything more than what I have. I’m sure that I’ll feel differently once I find someone I’d like so share said space with, but until then, no way I’d want anything more.
“I expected it to be more chaotic,” I admit out loud, surprising us both.
Hayden lets out the cutest giggle. “What are you saying?”
Shrugging, I walk over and sit on the side of her bed.
“You don’t strike me as the type of person who picks up after themselves.”
The way her jaws goes slack tells me I’m on to something.
“Who would pick up after me?”
I shrug again. “Hired help most likely.” She didn’t mention housekeeping after all.
Her eyes widen in shock, confirming that I’m right. I don’t care. So she’s a rich girl, but who cares. It’s weird that she is going through great lengths to hide it though.
Unless she’d think I was after her money. It is laughable to me because I know I’m not. I have enough millions to keep me comfortable for a couple of consecutive lifetimes. But I’m sure that me saying I own a towing company did not give me any points in her book.
Suddenly, there’s a dangerous gleam in her eyes. She doesn’t skip a beat when she walks toward me, not stopping until she’s standing in between my legs. She places her hands on my thighs and leans forward.
“I don’t mind picking up after myself.”
My eyes drop to the generous cleavage she is more than willing to offer me for viewing.
Her lips are almost touching mine now, and when the tip of her tongue barely touches the corner of my mouth, I am very tempted to grab her by the hips and throw her on the bed. But patience is a virtue, and I am nothing if not patient.
“I’d rather pick you up,” she whispers.
