We headed upstairs into what had been planned as the master bedroom. There was no furniture in it, but that didn’t stop me staring at how fucking amazing it was.
The window looked out onto the lagoon, full length and full width. Privacy glass, so no one could look in. Sophie went to the glass and looked out, placing a palm on it.
“No one would know you were in here from the outside.” Her voice seemed to pierce the air.
“That’s the idea. Totally private but with the best view. This was our dream. You know I used to write romance novels? This room was what I’d like for a hero and heroine, you know, the scenes you could create with that.” Ms Egalldottir turned to me and winked. “I bet that’s got your imagination going. Not that you’d need much with how delightful looking the pair of you are.”
She moved ahead of us into the master bathroom, talking to the agent about fuck knows what. I lingered back with Sophie.
“What are you doing here?” I kept my words low.
“Whale watching. What the fuck does it look like?” She spat the words out, but at least they were quiet.
“You’re thinking of buying this house?” I wondered if it was possible to conceal a body at the bottom of the lagoon.
“That would be why I’m here, Brains. And I’m guessing you’ll be trying to gazump me here too? Mr Rock and Roller?” Her eyes had narrowed and I figured she was probably figuring out what she needed to do to take me completely off the market. Permanently.
I stuck my hands in my pockets and took a deep breath. “You may as well just leave now. I will out bid you.”
“I don’t think you realise how dirty I can play.” She cracked her fingers into a fist.
I felt my cock start to grow hard. That kiss had been born out of anger but somehow my dick hadn’t got the message and had confused it for lust. And it appeared to like her saying the worddirty.
“You don’t want me making your life hell, princess, so just smile sweetly, let the old lady think what she wants and then go and have a nice time with your friends. There’s no point you even worrying your sweet head about this place.” The words came out as a hiss.
“You’re a dick. There’s absolutely no reason to be such a piece of work. I guess you never did get over your childhood trauma.” She cracked her other set of knuckles. I could be seeing them come towards my face soon. “That was low. I apologise. Unlike you, I have capacity to be an empathetic human being. Thisold lady,as you call her, is grieving her husband. And, she’ll only sell to a married couple. You might’ve missed that bit.”
“Fuck.”
“Indeed.” Sophie said the words and headed into the master bathroom.
It was huge. The bath – a standalone thing that would’ve fit most of my band in – ran alongside the window, so you could lounge there and see the mountains in the distance and the lagoon. There was a huge shower with any number of jets and a sofa at one end. I reluctantly caught sight of Sophie’s face and noticed how much she liked it.
For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt.
“Bathroom of dreams. I’m not sure me and my husband would’ve managed to get in there easily, but you two would have no issue. Imagine sitting there, watching the lights with a glass of champagne.” Ms Egalldottir smiled at us. “I don’t see your rings? How long have you been married?”
Fuck.
“I’ve left my engagement ring at the safe – I spent the morning in the springs at the hotel,” Sophie spoke as if we were in an alternate reality and we were in fact a couple. Although for all I knew she could be engaged or married. “We’re not married yet.”
She glanced at me, and this time it wasn’t filled with dislike. There was a plea.
“So when’s the date?”
I felt her grab my hand. Then I felt her nails dig into my skin.
“January. We’re getting married in January.” She blurted out the words and my heart started to thud. I felt a cold bead of sweat start to form just above my eyebrows. The nails that were digging into my hand were now pretty much embedded.
Apparently I now had my own fiancée.
7
Sophie
It appeared that I was getting married in January or Deecember.
It also appeared that words that came out of my mouth weren’t controlled by my brain.
