Chapter 16
The seats are white in color and I wonder if they ever get sat on because they are spotless!
"Welcome to my escape room," he proudly says.
"That's what you call it?" I chuckle and he frowns, "Sorry, it's beautiful,"
"You haven't seen my best part yet," he chuckles and walks over to the glass doors and opens them carefully, revealing a large jacuzzi and my jaw drops. Never have I ever been in a jacuzzi before.
I am still asking myself if we're in the same house we were in a few weeks ago, I mean, how in the world did this suite not get used that night?
Oh yeah, I remember, he said it's his escape room, so he probably comes here alone.
Fascinating.
I down my last sip of champagne and set the flute on the glass table. Out of nowhere, Blake claps twice and I hear a voice talking to him through a speaker I guess.
"Anything you need Mr. Dawson?" it sounds like Carla. Blake looks at me and licks his lower lip. His eyes have a tempting blue that makes me want to jump on him.
Those eyes. Those damn, blue eyes will be the end of me. I know it.
"Carla, do we have any bikinis that can fit Kyrah?" he asks while staring at me.
"Ofcourse sir, would you like me to bring one?" Carla's voice fills the entire room.
"Sure. Red will do, thank you," Blake says and there's a beep at the end. Wow, if it was in my house, I'd have to go all the way downstairs to look for my mom to tell her what I wanted and then I'd go back upstairs to my room.
I feel tired at the thought of that.
Less than five minutes later, a random door opens and I jump, clinging onto Blake. Carla pops out of what seems to be an elevator.
What!? How? How in the world did I not see an elevator downstairs the last time I was here? Kyrah you are blind, my subconcious teases me. How big is this house again?
"Here is your bikini ma'am," Carla hands me the fancy, red bikini.
Do they just keep bikinis in the house for any ladies that come over? I shove that thought at the back of my mind quickly.
"Just call me Kyrah," I say and she smiles and walks back into the elevator and with a bing! She disappears once the doors close.
I lift the fabric in front of me in utter amazement.
"This is absurd," I whisper more to myself and realize I sound like a disappointed English woman.
"Sorry? I didn't get what you said," Blake says, walking over to me.
"Oh, I said, this isn't quite bad," I lie and keep staring at the bikini. It looks extemely seductive and I haven't worn it yet.
I swallow hard.
"Where can I change?" I ask shyly.
"Oh, just open the door to your left, that's the bathroom," he says huskily while holding on to his glass of vodka. His brows rising and falling twice.
I quickly run inside and close the door behind me and immediately I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding. Before me, is a site to behold.
He calls this a bathroom! It's big enough to be an entire living room for crying out loud! It's three times bigger than my entire bedroom!
A large, white bathtub is positioned in the middle of the room, white towels well folded and placed right next to it on a bronze table. A large mirror, which happens to scare the shit out of me after I see my own reflection, is propped on the wall.
Looking closely at the end of the room, I can't believe what I am seeing, childishly I cross over the bathroom and open another door. The door knobs have a symbol of the letter D in the middle, for Dawson I presume.
It's a freaking sauna! Who in the world has a sauna in their house except for Blake Dawson?
I close the door careful not to make any sound and I move back to the mirror to stare at myself and my mind wonders off to Roxy. Is she okay? I check the time and it's half past nine. Maeve usually isn't asleep until eleven so I compose a quick text.
*Hey Maeve, please check on Roxy and see if she's still asleep, in case of anything, I'm only a call away. Love you*
I press send and begin to take off my clothes.
*Sure thing babe*
Maeve's reply comes in faster than I had expected.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I feel completely naked. How do some girls wear these and walk comfortably around men?
I can't see where Blake is and his voice makes me turn my head. He is standing next to the jacuzzi in his boxers and his clothes are on one of the couches.
"Looking hot babe," he winks at me.
I can feel colour creeping up my cheeks and I know I look like a ripe tomato. I walk over to him. He looks at me and smiles.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get in the water, it's warm," he says.
I huff and cautiously get into the water, one foot after the other until I am seated inside.
The water is warm and I sit there wondering why I am here yet my best friend is sleeping her sadness away.
I blow air out of my mouth as Blake joins and sits next to me, his arm going around my shoulders after clapping twice.
"Carla, please bring Kyrah more champagne," he orders.
"No, thank you, I had enough really," I decline his offer.
"Okay, that's all Carla," he says.
"Alright Mr. Dawson."
We sit there in utter silence and to be honest I am afraid to move. Blake has been my crush for the longest time ever and here I am, in a jacuzzi with him, in a bikini, in a freaking mansion. Who knew this day would come?
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