I waited a beat for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, I asked, “Anything else?”
“My room’s next door.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Not sure if that should be comforting or deeply concerning.”
“Yes.”
I laughed despite myself. “Yes to both?”
The corners of his mouth lifted.
“I have work to deal with,” he said, already stepping back toward the door. “Someone can help you with your things if you wish. Feel free to explore the house.”
“I can handle my own unpacking, and rest assured I’ll be exploring the house. No weird dungeons or kinky rooms, I hope?”
“I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself.” He opened the door and headed down the stairs, leaving me in the luxurious silence.
Before I could dwell on the knowledge that he’d be sleeping right next door later tonight, my cell phone vibrated in my purse and I dug it out. There was a message from Violet.
Violet: Why are you hanging out with a silver fox killer?
Me: I moved into his villa.
Bubbles appeared, disappeared, appeared again.
Violet: ???
Violet: Elaborate, please!
I sighed. Why couldn’t people take my messages at face value?
Me: He thinks it’s safer.
I couldn’t well admit to her what I told him.
Violet: But you don’t know him. He might be a killer.
Me: Hence why I sent you his information. But the likelihood of him killing me is slim since he’s saved me twice already.
Violet: Now I really have questions.
I sighed again, realizing I might have opened a can of worms.
Me: He saved me from a snake and some drunk at the bar. Nothing crazy. Just don’t tell my cousin anything unless I die.
The last thing I needed was to get interrogated by Kristoff too.
Violet: There’s so much wrong with this exchange. But you got it.
Me: The man is so hot.
Violet: The passport photo was kind of blurry. Care to share a better photo?
Damn, why hadn’t I thought of that? I could stare at it the next time I used my vibrator. It would be a satisfying visual.
Not as good as the real thing, my mind whispered.
Me: I don’t have one, but trust me… he’s criminally hot. He’s definitely a DILF.
