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I mean anything. ”
    She
felt a tingle at the base of her neck, his words seeming to have a
double meaning. “I don't understand, what else could I need
besides paints and such?”
    Tapping
a finger around the rim of the container, Benedict narrowed his
cobalt eyes and laughed. “For starters, food. On top of that,
as I said, I'm willing to let Corbin escort you back and forth.
However...” He trailed off, his gaze moving back up to the
hall. “There's a few spare rooms here, I'm more than happy to
allow you to stay until this mural is complete.”
    “ Stay
here?” she asked. The idea was exciting, but she also felt the
rumble of nerves. Everything
here is so expensive, what if I break something? “I...
I'm not sure...”
    “ It's
fine,” he said, lifting a hand as if to calm her. It didn't
help, her heart still thrummed. “For now, let's just get the
paperwork signed, and know that it is entirely an option. You're free
to come, and to go, and I will outline in the contract what areas of
my home you can peruse at your leisure.”
    The
way he said that, implying she wasn't allowed just anywhere, it made
Judith shoot a curious glance at that red door over his shoulder.
    “ Shall
we, then?” He beamed, those sharp cheek bones making his smile
even harder.
    “ I...
Yes, yes, let's do that.”
    Once
more he gave her his hand, and once more, she took it. This time, she
knew it would be impossible not to notice how clammy her skin was.
But more than that, how she trembled.

Chapter 4.

    The
contract ended up being far more in depth than Judith expected.
    A
stack of papers, thick as her wrist, outlined everything from
liability, to time line, to rules of the house. Flipping through it,
she had given it a once over before simply staring at Benedict. “Is
this really necessary?”
    “ I
have a very private life, Ms. Flight. I need you to understand what
you can, and cannot, do while you are here.” He folded his
hands together, watching her over them as he sat behind his grand
desk. They had relocated to a study for the contract signing, a room
entirely too dark for her taste. On the walls, she could see placards
and awards, but she also couldn't help but notice a few bare
sections. Recently bare, she felt, and wondered if some of her art
from the gallery was meant for there.
    “ That's
fine and all, Benedict, but this is just so much! Is there like, a
break down, a summary? Just tell me the basics that will keep me from
getting the letter of admission I need.” She heard her own
frustration, and wondered if her faux professional aura had already
cracked.
    “ I
need you to read it all. But, if you want the basics, fine.” He
lifted a hand, ticking off on his fingers as he spoke. “You can
come and go as you please, but you're not allowed to bring anyone
here without my permission. Eat any of the food in the fridge, but do
not order takeout. If you need anything, just tell Corbin, he can get
it for you. Don't go in my bedroom, it's the master room on the first
floor. Don't take any photos, none of that social networking with
images of my place or anything.”
    Lifting
an eyebrow, she heard the sarcasm in her voice. “Is that all? ”
    “ No,”
he returned her tone, “but you know the rest.”
    “ That
red door, yeah. But you have to give me some leeway. I just want to
know where it goes, why can't I see?”
    “ Because
it's a rule,” he said slowly, deliberately. His eyes met her
own; hard as sapphires, her own soft as a sparrow's feathers. “Can
you follow rules, Ms. Flight?”
    “ Of
course,” she sighed, trying to ease the mood with a gentle
smile. “You can call me Judith, you know.”
    “ I
prefer Ms. Flight. Now, please, sign.”
    She
pouted as he slid the contract closer to her. The restrictions
weren't terrible, she had to admit. She ran her eyes over the page
that explained what she did get; the food, the lavish bedroom, the letter. He even had given her
access to a wardrobe of women's clothing,