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It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.
Parking at the base of a set of wood steps, I cut the engine and hop out.
Even the air smells cleaner. Crisp and fresh. There’s no sound, except my heartbeat. I don’t think I’ve ever heard such an echoing silence or felt so small surrounded by so much.
Pocketing my keys, I reach into the backseat and drag out my duffle. The instructions for the alarm are in the manila folder Iwas sent after I returned the contract promising not to destroy the place.
A single set of silver keys slide into my palm with the notes, and I bunch them in my fist as I jog up the steps to the sheet of dark glass doubling as a door.
Not safe, in my opinion. Definitely wouldn’t be able to get away with that in the city, but here with not a soul in sight, it made sense.
Also, the designer clearly has never seen a horror movie in their life, but that’s not a me problem at the moment as I step inside and deactivate the alarm and take my first real look at the inside.
Gorgeous.
The wood and glass theme runs through the single floor space with bits of iron and marble. Most of the walls open to showcase the wide yawning of wilderness hugging the space. Even the ceiling over the loft containing a single, king bed is glass.
No. A mirror!
I laugh shortly thinking back on the website promising absolute release.
Now, I really do hope Atticus will join me. That mirror could definitely be interesting.
Biting my lip, I leave exploring for later as I hurry back to the car to grab my bags.
CHAPTER THREE
RHYS
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She made it.
I’m practically humming with excitement listening to the muffled patter of her feet moving through the house. She’s hauling her things in from her car, a small mountain of luggage she piles in the foyer. The short plaits of her skirt swirls around her toned thighs with every motion of her perfect body.
She’s naked underneath. I know because I spent most of her drive staring at the smooth folds of her lips. The angle wasn’t great, but it was fine. It got me through.
Now, she’s shuffling around in the next room, settling in with me just down the hall.
I already had the address before she sent it to me. I was going to show up regardless. This is now my game and she’s my victim for a whole fucking week. But I do like that she willingly gave it. Willingly put herself at my mercy.
It took a lot of sweet talking, bribery and some mild blackmailing to get Giselle — the contest coordinator for Morning Glory — to sneak Addie’s name into the raffle and make sure she won. It took every chip I had to play to convince her, plus a few I still owe her, but hearing Addie’s soft humming as she unpacks her clothes makes it worth it.
I’ve been in the house since last night, organizing and setting everything up for the week I have planned for us. Wiring the house and grounds without damaging anything was the hardest part. I had to make sure she couldn’t see the cameras without dismantling anything that would piss Giselle off. It worked outin the end. I had eyes and ears on Addie from the locked room at the back of the house labeledClosed.It took me ages to pick the lock and set up camp inside the spare bedroom, but at least Addie isn’t going to find me until I’m ready.
She’s flipping through the binder listing all the provided meals for the week. The ingredients are supplied. She just has to cook it. From my vantage point, she selects a pasta dish, but rather than grab the ingredients, she picks up her phone and stares at the screen.
She has no signal; the heavy-duty jammer I paid a small fortune for is seeing to that. But I wonder if she’s hoping to finish what we started earlier. We’d been cut off when she hit the perimeter. That was my cue to double check everything was ready for her arrival.
With a sigh, she drops the phone down and peers around at her surroundings with the look of someone not sure what they’d gotten themselves into.
Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you amused,I promise as I study the gnawing of her teeth on her bottom lip. Her weight shifts with the squeezing of her thighs together. The familiar little dance has my eyebrow lifting.
Don’t do it,I warn when she licks her lips and glances at the phone again.
Part of me hopes she’ll disobey, and I’ll get to punish her, but she blows out an exasperated breath and stomps out of the kitchen.
I smirk to myself as she paces to the front door and out into the late afternoon sun.
