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“I think you’ll have everything you need. Mr. Saint did ask that I provide you with the WEP key and the access for the internet, which of course you’ll need. I left them in a note on your desk as well. The printer is new and there is a network, which I’ve made notations about. Here is your key to the house. The house and grounds you are free to access, including the pool and pool house. I come by twice a week to clean and to see if Mr. Saint needs anything. Other than that, I think you’re all set. Feel free to bring in your things and make the rooms what you’d like. Oh, yes. There is a media room down the hall with movies and music. And a second bedroom, although I don’t think you’ll be needing that. And you have a laundry chute in your bathroom for towels and your clothes if you’d like me to wash them for you.”
“I think I can handle my own laundry. My mama taught me how when I was eight.”
She smiled as if I’d just made her day. “A fine woman then.”
“Yes, she is and I really appreciate all you’ve done.”
“You’re entirely welcome. Mr. Saint did leave you a note as well. I hope you enjoy your stay. As directed by Mr. Saint, please feel free to partake in food and beverages, including his expansive wine collection. If there are any special foods you’d like, just let me know. Otherwise, enjoy your working vacation.”
Working vacation. Somehow, I doubted the man was going to allow me to get away with vacationing. I laughed at the thought.
“I’m certain I will enjoy every moment of being here.”
She acted as if she was going to leave then stopped and I was certain she had something else to tell me.
“Milly? Is something wrong?”
“No, Miss Adams. It’s just that Mr. Saint is a very private man with good reason. Try and remember that. He can be… formidable when his rules are broken.”
How was someone supposed to take that? I wasn’t entirely certain. What back story did she want to tell me but was terrified he would learn? “I’ll keep that in mind and please call me Sara. Otherwise, you’ll make me feel like my mother.”
Now she had me curious to search his home. Were the stories about the man and his brothers true to any degree?
I waited until she left to turn around in a full circle, throwing my fist into the air. This was like a dream come true. Time to unwind, unpack, and wait for my employer to arrive home.
Home.
I had to remind myself this wasn’t my home, just an insanely amazing temporary landing spot.
It took me all of thirty minutes to bring everything in, the roses being the very first thing. I’d placed them carefully on my dresser where I could see them when I went to bed and first thing in the morning. I couldn’t help but allow my gaze to remain on the colored water for a few additional seconds. I made mental note to ask what he’d added, a miracle concoction.
While unpacking, I realized just how little I’d brought from home, even more what I hadn’t purchased after spending four years of my life in Chicago. After another thirty minutes, I’d been into the system, finding a few files while others were locked down tight.
I’d so wanted an advance look on notes or ideas, even an outline of the book, but I assumed I would only be rewarded with that if…
If I was a good girl.
With little else to do but wait, I meandered downstairs, equally impressed with the rest of the house and the grounds. The pool was dazzling, although I didn’t have a swimsuit. I’d never been much for the water. Maybe I’d learn to swim this summer as well. The backyard was surrounded by huge trees, but there was an expansive amount of rolling green grass, the kind in the summer back home I used to roll in while staring up at the stars.
For some silly reason, I had to wonder if someone as serious as Easton Saint had even walked on fresh grass in his bare feet. I doubted it but made a mental note to ask. Oh, he would love that.
I made my way into the kitchen, noticing the second keypad for the system. It was armed, which meant when Milly had left, she’d done so. Why did it suddenly feel as if I was locked inside?
While it was a little early for wine, grabbing a bottle of water instead, I did peruse his choices, pleasantly surprised at his collection of some of the finest wines in the world. The man would appear to have expensive tastes. After glancing at every other room downstairs, I found myself standing outside his closed office door.
I’d just glanced at his note, which was mostly about timing over the next couple of days. I didn’t see where he’d said his office was off limits. Besides, he’d spanked and fucked me inside only a few days before. Right?
I rolled my eyes before turning the lever, half surprised to find it unlocked. I already gathered a sense the man was very private and not just because of what Milly had suggested.
Maybe he really did have things to hide.
Once inside the room, I was struck by the awe and magnificence of it, the scope and size of the room ginormous. Most impressive were the floor to vaulted ceiling bookshelves filled with not dozens but hundreds of books. The downstairs ceilings were so tall, he had a wooden ladder placed against one of the bookshelves. It was picture perfect for the office I wanted one day. I turned around in a full circle, thinking I’d died and gone to heaven.
I’d coveted my paperbacks as a kid, savoring every purchase I’d been able to make. That had allowed me to know I was destined to be a writer.
Or so I’d hoped.
My God. He had books for every aspect of writing about crime. I could not believe the number of volumes, the incredible information more enticing than any moment of passion could be. I ran my fingers from one to another, drinking in the atmosphere as an alcoholic would consume liquor. No one could understand the excitement building from deep within, the need to learn more about the human psyche, to answer the question as to why some people could take another life so easily. I’d read a few books, most I’d checked out from the library, but his vast collection made my mouth water.
