Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) Read Online Free PDF

his voice hardened once
again.
    She sat for several more long moments trying
to read his expression but he was a like a deep, dark cavern –
bottomless and mysterious. Would he always be like this? Too tired
to try and figure him out in the few minutes she had stolen with
him, she reached for the door handle and turned her body to leave.
She peered over her shoulder one last time to see Victor watching
her intensely and she wondered who the hell this man was and what
was she doing considering getting involved with him.
    “Next time you decide to stop by my
apartment, come to the door like a normal person. Sitting out here
like a perverted creeper is a turn off,” she sniped just before
exiting, knowing damn well she had just bold-faced lied. Everything
about this man was a turn on, even his vile stalking
tendencies.
    Just as she stepped out of the car, Victor
spoke, “Normalcy is also subjective, Elsa. Keep that in mind the
next time you decide to speak out of turn.”
    *
    Elsa got only five good hours of sleep before
rising early enough to get ready for her meeting. Seeing as Mr.
Black had ruined her favorite, she dressed in her second best
skirt; a white ruffled mini and a white and pink, lace and satin
button down steam punk top. It was modest yet showed off her
moderately-sized bust nicely. With her Mary-Jane heels on, lips
glossed and hair tousled and pulled up into a loose bun, she drove
to the address on the piece of paper – 2500 East Grace Street.
    She had driven past it twice already to scope
it out. It was a gorgeous brick brownstone with white trimmed
windows, and an ornate black double door entrance set behind black
wrought-iron pillars. Mr. Black had stated he had just finalized
the paperwork on the place and she was eager to see the interior
and what he had done with it.
    When she pulled up, his Nissan was nowhere to
be seen and she feared her antics and remark from the previous
night had ruined her chances with him. She quickly walked around
the property before making her way to the entrance. Just then her
phone chirped with a text message.
    Unknown: Key is located under a rock, third
bush to your right.
    Elsa scanned the street again. The message
was obviously from Mr. Black who was watching her, but from where?
Or maybe he sent the message just assuming that she would be on
time. She found the key and opened the door and was immediately hit
with the smell of old oak wood. An opulent railed staircase graced
the foyer that was decked out in hand-painted glass tiles. She had
never seen anything quite like this home and she hadn’t even
ventured into the other rooms yet. Undecided as to whether or not
she should wait for Mr. Black, her curiosity got the best of her
and she roamed through the house slowly, taking in her
surroundings. To her dismay, there was only the bare minimum of
furnishings: a small bistro table in the dining area with two
seats; a red velvet chaise lounge in the living room with a
matching duchess chair with white trim nearby, and nothing else on
the lower level.
    When she climbed the long stairway to the
large master suite, it was just as barren as the rest of the house.
In the middle of the room sat a king-sized, brushed metal, canopied
bed draped in white silk linens. It was an odd spot for the bed and
looked out of place. The only other piece of furniture was a wooden
chair facing the double bay window.
    She then found her way to the master bathroom
to find fresh towels in every size, all in white, along with a
variety of body soaps and oils. Doing a double-take, she looked
herself over in the large mirror that nearly covered an entire
wall. Her sad eyes stared back and she smiled at her reflection,
trying to convince herself that she was doing the right thing. She
needed the physical intimacy that only a man could provide without
the trouble of an emotional attachment and that’s what Mr. Black
was offering. Of course it was the right thing.
    Glancing at her watch, she realized