As excitement works through me, my cock twitching in anticipation, I take a tender sip of my drink, leaning forward until my elbows rest on the desk, “I sure hope you don’t disappoint me, kitten.”
Her nose flares as her teeth bite down and she slams the glass down on the desk. “Where am I staying?” She hisses.
“For now?” I lean back, smirking, “I have a room being prepared for you.”
“And my things?”
“They’re here.” I confirm without telling her they’re being placed in the closet inmybedroom. It’s her room now too, after all.
“May I leave?” She grits out, her politeness outweighing her anger.
What a shame.
“Sure, kitten.”
“Stop calling me that,” She snaps, turning on her heel and heading toward the door.
“You’ll get lost in a house this big,” I warn.
“I’ll take my chances.” The door slams on her way out and I let out a low chuckle. Perhaps I wasn’t expecting the fight so soon and I’m pleasantly surprised by it.
I wander through the house sometime later, listening to the roar of the fires I have going throughout the house. The coffee machine whirs in the kitchen, and I can hear my staff preparing for the evening in the various rooms.
It takes me five minutes to find Olivia.
She is sitting on the very top step, her head cradled in one hand as she swipes through her phone with the other. Her groomed brows are drawn low, her face twisted into a grimace.
“No luck?” I tease.
Her head snaps up and her eyes narrow, “No one will talk to me.”
“That is because I haven’t given them permission to do so.”
“You’re an ass.” Olivia turns her attention back to her phone, dismissing me.
I take the steps two at a time, but she doesn’t move at my approach, even though she stiffens. She’s putting on a good front, trying to play it cool like she isn’tterrified to be here, with me.
I snatch the phone from her hand, locking the screen before I shove the device into the pocket of my pants.
“Hey!”
“If you’ll follow me,” I gesture with a curl of my finger, not stopping even when I don’t hear her following.
I count in my head, getting to ten before her heels stomp after me.
“Give it back!”
I ignore her, pushing on until I come to the door next to mine and step inside, finding the bedroom ready for her. A fire burns in the hearth that sits opposite the four-poster bed, fresh white linens tucked in tight across the mattress. The window has a view of the stables and the meadows, and I know that just beyond that band of trees sits the lake the estate is named for. She follows me inside, stopping just inside the door.
I throw her cell onto the bed, turning to her.
“Dinner is at six,” I step toward her, “Don’t be late.”
“I won’t be joining you,” She snatches up her phone.
“You will,” I demand, “Or I’ll drag you down there. Oh, and Olivia.” I pull the thick cardstock from my pocket, tossing it onto the dresser near the door, “This is for you.”
I leave before she can pick it up and am halfway down the stairs when I hear her scream my name.
