“Hurry up,” he says, walking fast to the end of the hall. He opens a door. “This is the gym.”
I go past him into the big open room. It’s full of equipment like you’d see in a real gym.
“When do you use this?” I ask.
“I don’t. Braden and I go to the gym in town. We each have a trainer.”
“Why? You have a gym right here with all the latest equipment.”
“It’s lame to work out at home. And the gym in town is better. It’s where everyone goes.”
“So this just sits here, not getting used?”
“Sometimes my dad uses it.” He walks over to one of the weight machines and sits down. He pushes up on the weight, making his arm muscles flex. He has a good body. I’m sure under his shirt is a set of ripped abs.
“You work out?” he asks.
I laugh. “Me? Work out? Never. Unless you count walking the streets of New York.”
He gets up from the weight machine, his eyes moving over me. “You don’t look like you’re in bad shape.”
“Didn’t say I was. I just don’t work out.”
He leaves the gym, and I follow him upstairs to another hallway. We pass a closed door. “That’s my dad’s room. Another place you should never go.”
“Why?”
He turns back. “Why do you think?”
“Well, yeah, I know not to go in there when he’s here but what about when he’s not?”
“Why would you go in his room when he’s not here?” he asks suspiciously.
“I wouldn’t. I just think it’s strange how insistent you are I don’t go in his room. I betyougo in there.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You seem like someone who doesn’t follow rules.”
He smiles. “Is it that obvious?”
“So prove it.” I point to the closed door. “Go in his room. I dare you.”
Trystan opens the door, exposing the expansive room with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out at the ocean. There’s aking-sized bed that seems tiny in such a massive room. The floors are dark wood, like the rest of the house. A large dresser, the same color wood as the floor, sits off to one side. On the other is a rectangular fireplace that looks through to the master bath. Just in front of it is a furry white rug.
I walk into the room. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a boring bedroom.”
He smirks. “Follow me.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
He takes me through the bathroom, which is all white marble and gorgeous, with a deep soaking tub and a shower big enough for four people. There’s a hallway just past it that has a walk-in closet on each side, but only one of the closet doors is open. Trystan stands in front of the other one.
“You sure you want to see this?”
“See what?”
Next to the door is a panel with numbers on it. Trystan punches in a code, then opens the door to a room with black walls and red leather chairs surrounding a four-poster bed. He turns on the lights, but the only light is a dimly lit chandelier.
