I step in beside him and turn to face the front. “I suppose this apartment is going to be another dumpster fire.”
He chuckles. “You could say that.”
“And the bed?”
“Already been burned and a new one installed for your highness.”
“So where are we sleeping?”
“The new one is ready and waiting to be corrupted with your forever-faithful servant.”
“You’ve thought of everything.” I smile.
He links his pinkie finger through mine, and we both smile as we stare at the doors. Such a simple and small gesture, but . . . it means so much.
“Leather couch, white bathrooms,” I say.
He frowns over at me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m guessing that you have a leather couch and white marble bathrooms.”
He smiles . . . he likes this game. “What makes you say that?”
“Because I know your taste.”
“Oh.” He raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You want to bet on it?”
“Yep.” I hold my hand out to shake his. “Fifty bucks.”
His eyes twinkle in delight. “No, no, no, I only bet for things that I need.”
“Such as?”
“Anal.”
“What?” My eyes widen.
The elevator door opens, and he smiles over at me. “You heard me. I want to see how much of a gambler you really are.” He leans down and puts his lips to my ear and whispers, “If you’ll put your body on the line.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile.
It’s a test.
I roll my lips as I stare at him. This could backfire badly.
“All right . . . anal.” I hold my hand out, and we shake on it.
He opens the door with an evil laugh, and as I put my hands over my eyes, I laugh. “Don’t. I can’t even look.”
“Don’t worry, I have lube,” he teases as he pulls me through the apartment. My hands are still over my eyes.
“Stop it.”
“Ta-da.” He pulls my arms down, and we are in the most beautiful living room of all time. A chocolate leather couch sits proud as punch in the center of the room.
“Ha.” I laugh. “I knew it.”
“But . . . are the bathrooms white?”
I smile. I like this game too.
I turn and run up the stairs to find his bedroom as he chases me. I run down the large hallway and into the bedroom and stop dead in my tracks.
The air leaves my lungs, and my mouth falls open as I look around.
The bedroom is filled with red roses.
Vase after vase.
Beautiful roses with huge heads.
My eyes find his. “What’s this?”
“Well . . .” He shrugs casually as he looks around. “If I’m going to fuck you up the ass . . . I want it to be romantic.”
I burst out laughing, and his eyes hold mine as he laughs too. He takes me into his arms and kisses me softly.
“Is the bathroom white?” I murmur against his lips.