“Not all women, just a niche group.”He pondered a moment.“A group of one.”
“Okay, well I’ll screw up your invoices this week and make sure all your clients get special discounts.”
When she got up, he caught her wrist before she could go anywhere.“You do that, Candy,” he said and kissed the top of her head.“I’ll grab a shower and take you out somewhere nice, okay?”
“Can we cook?”she asked.“I brought groceries this morning.”
He frowned.“That’s where the food came from?You were here this morning?”
“You’d be amazed by how often I’m in your house without you knowing it.”
“Yeah?”
“I could walk into your house any time,” she said.“I could unlock the front door, strip naked, and have an orgy in your living room.You wouldn’t notice…” She gestured at the back wall, “you’re always in your secret cave.”
“Bothers you, doesn’t it?”he asked, linking their fingers, walking backward, leading her toward the doors.“You want to know.”
Tossing her hair away, she acted like it was no big deal.“When you want to tell.”
“Just don’t move anything,” he said, pressing his thumb to the fingerprint lock.
His house was cutting edge.He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to care about being up on the newest thing.That must’ve been some favor he did his friend.
He opened the doors and stepped back to allow her inside.The light was the first surprise.There were no windows on the walls, but… Her mouth fell open at the sight of the glazed ceiling, it was astounding.
She pointed up.“That’s the back yard.”
With his hands at his back, he answered with a brow raise and a nod.It wasn’t the part they hung out in.The wicker fence clued her in.It was the back section of the yard that others couldn’t access.Except she noticed the spiral staircase in the corner.If he wanted to go outside, he could do it from there.
The white carpet and clean woods were immaculate.Pictures on the walls were framed, or not.Renders.Hand drawn.Structures.Buildings.Homes.
“Oh my God,” she said, crossing the room to admire the central one between two drafting tables.“These are your houses.Your creations.”
When he didn’t respond, she turned to check he was still there.
“I’m an architect.It’s what I do.”
“Humility?”she asked, broadening her smile.“These are incredible.”Turning back to the picture, she admired the lines, the glass, the trees, the water, it was way more detailed than any render needed to be.“You drew this… by hand.”
“Noble does the ones we send out to clients.”
“These you do for fun.”His attention to detail was incredible.“You have a talent.An incredible talent.”
“It’s fun,” he said.“Not like I had much else to do these past couple of years.”
A reference to his celibacy?Funny.
He went to his computer in the far corner and bent over to click the mouse and press a few keys.Leaving him to his work, she looked the other way.There was a kitchen with a coffee machine and a fridge.A couple of doors next to it… curious.
“There’s a restroom and a closet.”
Spinning back, he was still bent over doing something on his computer.How had he known?
“I didn’t ask.You can keep your secret sex dungeon wherever you want.”
Laughing, he straightened up.“Is that what you thought was down here?”
“I knew what you did,” she said.“I’ve been the one dealing with construction companies all week.You’re not just an architect.You’re a project manager too.Each project is special to you.And you are one of the most coveted home designers on the planet because you are so anal about it… Now I know why you’re celibate.”Opening her arms, she turned on the spot.“Look how much you can achieve if you don’t have to worry about pleasing a woman.”
