“I can’t exactly give you a full tour, because that would take days,” I murmur in amusement. “But I’ll show you the important things, and you can go exploring on your own later.” I bring him to the left first. “This will be your side.”
“My… side?” He gives me a look while we ascend the stairs. “As in… the whole left side is mine?”
“For now, yes.” I grin. “You’ll be sharing it with the rest of the guards, once they arrive.” He nods to this. I can see the wheels turning in his mind. “The rest of the staff stays in the staff quarters. A separate house out back.”
“And you?” Blue eyes shift to mine. “Where do you… stay?”
Something inside me feels bizarre. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m tense beneath my skin as I murmur, “On the right,” nodding in that direction.
“Right…” he breathes and swallows.
Am I supposed to know what that tone means?
I’mcertainI’m not supposed to be obsessing over it…
At the top of the stairs, I bring him to the bedroom we’ve set up for him. “This is your chalet, darling.”
“Did you know you sound sarcastic even when you’re not trying to?” He shoots me a sly yet subtle side-smirk.
“Moving on, Jonathan,” I grumble, spinning on my heel to the sound of his chuckles.
I’m biting the inside of my cheek too hard. The pain is good, though.
It’s keeping me grounded.
“The bedroom is really nice,” he remarks. “Thank you.”
The things happening in my stomach are disturbing.I need a drink…
“Don’t thank me yet.” I narrow my gaze at him. “You haven’t seen the prison.”
Amusement falls, and he gulps. I can’t help but grin.
Just… precious.
I forgot how refreshing it is to be in the presence of the innocent.
That’s not to say I believeanyoneto be innocent, since I’ve been around the block enough to know that everyone has their demons. But I’ve also been surrounded by the cartel for as long as I can remember.
Crime and corruption have made up my life for many years. Interacting with someone from outside of it all is titillating.
It meansIget to do the defiling for a change.
Showing Jonathan arounddoestake an eternity. This mansion is very much mall-sized, a fact that’s not lost on my new roomie as I bring him through the conservatory.
“This place is like a resort,” he comments. “It’s going to be weird living here alone.”
You won’t be alone…
My wayward thoughts bring me to a screeching halt. He stops walking and peeks at me.
“Let’s… go see the prison,” I mutter. Awkward, andloathingit, because when the fuck amIawkward? Or fidgety or…uncertain??
What is this bullshit??
Qué me pasa, honestly…
Outside, Kent is waiting by the SUV, but Jonathan asks, “Can I drive?”
