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"Not far," was all he said.
I didn't press the issue. I'd find out soon enough.
And I did. Sooner than I thought. As though he'd found a place just to be close to the set, it was a scant ten-minute drive from the lot to his lodgings.
"You're staying at a house?" I asked him as he parked. It was nice, not too huge, but heavily gated. It didn't seem like the type of place you could stay for just a few nights.
"Temporarily."
"If it's so temporary, why not just stay at a hotel?"
"I needed more privacy. I require gates. And tinted windows."
I digested that, and thought, just maybe, that I understood it.
He parked his car in the U-shaped drive, stopping just shy of the front door.
"You have the place all to yourself?" I asked, looking around.
"We do, yes. Do you like it?"
I shot him a look for that. "It doesn't matter if I like it. I just came here to talk. And then leave."
He firmed his jaw and nodded, looking away.
He let us into the house silently, waving me in.
I took a few steps into the entryway and stopped. The place was bigger than I'd thought from the outside. It was also fully furnished. Well-decorated, too, with lots of grays and whites. It felt more like a private residence than a short rental.
"Do you mind if I shower before we talk?"
I shrugged. "Whatever."
"Make yourself at home. The kitchen is stocked, if you're hungry."
I realized that I was. "Just point me in the right direction."
He showed me to the kitchen and left.
I had just dished out omelet number two when he joined me again.
I sent him one glance, then looked away again. He was in a fresh pair of sweatpants, these ones black, his muscular chest deliciously bare. His hair was still wet.
I wanted to lick him, head to toe. Twice. Slowly.
Instead, I asked, "You run out of shirts?"
"Yes. Feel free to take yours off, too, to make it less awkward."
I curved my lips down to keep them from curling up, which they'd naturally tried to do.
He wasn't allowed to charm me right now. The bastard.
I handed him his plate. I could have waited to ask if he was hungry, but I hadn't seen the point. From what I recalled, he never turned down food. Like ever.
"Thank you," he said.
We sat down at a round table in the breakfast nook. It was a friendly spot, surrounded by windows. If we were there when the sun rose in a few hours, we'd likely have a killer view.
