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“Go. Get back before my meeting,” he demanded, and I pulled the door closed behind me.
I grabbed my coat and hurried back downstairs and slipped onto Scooty. Yes, I’d named him. I grew attached to things easily. I pulled my helmet on over my hat and dropped my purse into the basket behind my seat. Luckily, it wasn’t snowing anymore, and the sun was out. I slipped on my sunglasses and made my way to the big house on top of the hill. I glanced around a few times, making sure my siblings weren’t on the road. I’d managed to keep Scooty hidden thus far. Hugh would have a fit if he found out I was riding a scooter to work. He thought the Lancasters were sending a car for me each morning, which was why I had to get out of the house so early before they caught me running down the street to my scooter.
Just another day in the life of a girl who had to hide the fact that her ex-boyfriend had stolen her car.
I approached the property and typed in the code to the iron gate that surrounded the estate. Once they opened, I rolled up the circular driveway, my mouth gaping open as I took it in. I’d seen the house from a distance, but I hadn’t been this close to it before to notice all the stonework and detail. The positioning of the house allowed for what I could only imagine was an epic water view. The front door was a dark wood, and it looked grand and heavy. I parked my scooter in front of the garage, which was also a dark wood with black metal accents.
I reached for my phone and pulled off my gloves as I typed in the garage door code. Even his garage was grand. The flooring was a white shiny concrete with speckles of black and gold. There were rustic lights hanging above, and he had three sports cars parked in here, which I figured was the reason he’d offered me to borrow one of his cars, which I’d obviously refused.
I hurried inside, knowing I needed to be in and out of here and back on my scooter in twenty-five minutes to make it back to the office on time.
Dark wood floors ran throughout the house, and rustic beams similar in color hung on the ceiling above. I couldn’t help but look in the kitchen really quick, and it was as breathtaking as the rest of the house. Dark wood cabinets with two grand black islands and white stone countertops throughout. Manly yet totally stylish.
The house was furnished like something out of a magazine, so he’d clearly had it professionally decorated.
I ran down the hallway to where I assumed his bedroom was, and I paused as I took it in. The entire back wall was covered in windows with views of the ocean. His house was set on a hill, so it would be a trek down to the water, but I imagined you could see it from every room in the house. Copper bedding covered the four-poster bed, and I was tempted to go jump on it just for shits and giggles, but I was a professional—I couldn’t do anything so childish, could I?
I chuckled as I walked into his bathroom and took in the black lanterns that hung above the grand space. There was a walk-in shower that could hold twenty people along with an oversized freestanding tub.
I’d never seen anything like it. I’d never been very impressed by money, nor cared about things like this because I loved the home I grew up in, and I’d never wanted for anything.
Aside from the hope of getting my car back.
But this was… a whole different world.
I’d get lost in a place like this.
I immediately wondered if Maddox ever got lonely here. I think I’d be scared living in a place like this by myself, as a football team could be hiding out in a house of this size, and you wouldn’t know it.
But for all I knew, he didn’t spend his nights alone. Maybe he had a girlfriend. He hadn’t shared his private life with me. Sure, we spent a lot of time together with him telling me what to do every second of the day, but it was never personal.
Maybe he had a woman.
Or lots of women.
I strolled into the closet and came to an abrupt halt. I didn’t need to turn the lights on because they were on some sort of sensor, and the entire closet lit up when I stepped inside.
Holy hell.
This was not something I’d ever even seen in the movies or in a magazine. I quickly FaceTimed Brinkley, and she answered, but she was whispering.
“Why are you whispering?” I asked.
“I’m just heading into a meeting. Where the hell are you?” She kept her voice low when I turned the camera and scanned the closet.
“Bossman’s house. He needs a coat for his meeting. Look at this place.”
“Damn. He’s even got an ottoman to sit on when you put on your shoes. My apartment is the size of a postage stamp, so I can barely find a place to sit in the family room.” She chuckled, still keeping her voice low.
“Oh my gosh. There’s a speaker for music. I think I might need to have a little fun. Go to your meeting. I’ll call you later.”
“Don’t get in trouble,” she said, using her normal voice now, which was well above a whisper, and I laughed before ending the call.
I connected my phone to his speaker and hit play on my favorite seventies playlist. My eyes caught on an entire section of baseball caps with lighting above each shelf. There was a section for suits, and even his jeans were pressed and hung perfectly in their own area. He had an entire shelf for cuff links and cologne and all the other manly stuff that wealthy people apparently had.
I found a very cool-looking brown suede cowboy hat sitting on a shelf by itself, and I popped it on my head and glanced in the mirror.
“You’re right, Mom. I’ve yet to find a hat that doesn’t work for me.” I chuckled to myself as “I’m Coming Out” by Diana Ross played through the speaker. I paused when I found his navy sports coat, and then I hung it on the door before my gaze caught on the most luxurious black velvet suit jacket. I slipped my arms through the sleeves and moaned at how soft and warm it was, even if it completely engulfed me.
