for a moment, “but it would be a huge invasion of my privacy,” he concluded, winking and smiling.
Of course it would be. I kept forgetting that he was a billionaire and the press was always interested in him.
His living area had a huge couch in the middle of it, and a mega-size TV to match. A couple of end tables here and there with fresh flowers on them completed the room. The windows were floor to ceiling with no curtains or drapes to cover the spectacular view.
“Do you like living here?” I asked, curious.
“Can’t really complain. I like the location,” he answered casually.
He took my hand again and led me up the stairs. The second floor was decorated a bit more romantically. I could tell that he couldn’t have had much to do with decorating this part of the house. It had a feminine touch to it – an interior decorator, maybe?
“Here are three guest rooms,” he said with a playful smile. “Not that I have many guests, but the rooms came with the house, and I like to be prepared.”
“And upstairs is the master bedroom with a view to die for,” he smiled, taking my hand and leading the way.
As soon as he opened the door to his bedroom, I forgot how to breathe. He wasn’t underestimating – it really did have a view to die for. On the left you could see a panoramic view of Denver and on the right were the beautiful snowcapped mountains.
Out of the four walls of the room, two were made of glass from floor to ceiling. It seemed like huge windows were the theme of the house.
I couldn’t even enjoy the interior of the room. I was so mesmerized by the view that I went straight to one of the windows and leaned on it with my hands.
“Wow,” I whispered to myself.
I didn’t notice that Nathan had followed me to the window. It really was the view.
“I know,” he said, smiling.
“I might never leave,” I joked.
“I don’t mind having you here,” he replied.
Things were moving way too fast. I still barely knew him, but I couldn’t resist his presence. It was like an inner pull that guided me towards him. I couldn’t get enough of his smell – it was fresh, mixed with something strong and deep. My head was spinning.
He moved behind me and snaked his arm around my belly, moving my hair to one side with his other hand and letting it slide down my shoulder. I cocked my head to the right, giving him easier access.
My hands were still on the window to steady myself. He kissed my neck from my ear to my shoulder and then stopped to inhale my scent once again. I didn’t mind, not at all. I was more than ready to be with this man. I got goose bumps all over my body, his touch making me tremble.
“Ahem…” a cough came from behind us.
Nathan turned, his hands still on me, and nodded. I lowered my hands off the glass and felt a blush creeping up on my cheeks. I had thought that we were alone in the house, but clearly I was wrong. He gently turned me around to face him and kissed me lightly on my lips.
“We can come back here later, should you want to,” he said like a true gentleman. “But right now, our dinner is being served.”
“Oh… okay,” I replied with a stab of disappointment in my voice.
He looked at me as if he could read my mind, shook his head and smiled. He took my hand once again and led me downstairs to the kitchen. I had been right before, the kitchen area was enormous. A lot more than one man needed.
“Thank you, Paulo,” he said to the man leaving the kitchen.
Well, of course he has a private chef!
“Does he cook for you every day?”
I tried to sound casual, but the truth was, I had some reservations about men with too many staff members.
“No,” he said, laughing. “He only comes on special occasions. I can cook my own food.”
“Who else is in the house?” I asked, trying to avoid any other awkward situations like the one in his bedroom.
Why I went in there was another matter entirely, of course.
“Right now, it’s just you and me,” he