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Neutrals, softness, and a cozy large leather bed with a million cushions artfully placed in the center of a huge suede-covered wall. Plush carpeting in a soft mink, fur rugs, and a chaise longue at the bed with a lot of beautiful furniture and seating dotted around. It’s a complete haven, a room fit for reading in, lying around, and relaxing in, or long romantic nights of passion by candlelight. I can already envision lazy Sunday mornings with Jake in this room, wandering around half dressed or just nakedly christening every surface I can see.
The view of the sea, beyond the large wide windows facing us, is perfection.
“It’s gorgeous.” I breathe, letting go of his hand to walk forward and trail my fingers over a furry throw on the back of a beautiful armchair in the softest camel-colored fabric. Immersing myself in the peaceful serenity of this room and catch my breath as I spot a large, traditional, dark wood crib nestled in a nook by the en suite door near the bed. Jake has obviously chosen this. It looks like it belongs there, perfectly suited to the old meets new style and cozy features of the room; the wood matches our bedframe. I turn and smile at him with watery eyes and a lump in my heart. His returning smile tells me he knows what I’ve spotted; a special moment passing between us that Miss. Briggs. is completely oblivious to.
“What do you think, Mr. Carrero?” Monica is almost kissing him with her pouty voice, but I’m too absorbed in the vision around us and the emotion of that little addition.
“If Emma loves it, then that’s all that matters. I love anything she’s picked out.” I smile without looking around, knowing he’s trying to shut down Miss. Briggs, in all her flirting fury. He’s equally irritated by her amorous attention. A while ago, he admitted to me that the female adoration he receives is tiresome and annoying, even more so since meeting me.
“Oh … you have no opinion?” She sounds disappointed at his lack of interest in her pet project. She probably thought that her work would somehow mean more to him, with this being his room. She’s obviously forgotten that, as a man, Jake has an extreme lack of interest in soft furnishings, especially when there is an equal lack of high-tech gadgetry in the room. She seems to be blanking my existence.
Stupid hoe.
“Well … Honestly? There’s a bed and many places to prop up my sexy as sin fiancée, so yeah, I love it.” I snicker at the smirk in his voice from behind me and can visualize the one-shoulder shrug he’s probably giving her.
I snort and cover my mouth to hold back the giggle trying to escape, warmed by his hand running up my back softly as he comes to me, brushing the back of my neck lightly and kissing the back of my head.
Monica seems to be at a loss for words, and I can’t help but side-eye him with an indulgent grin, complete adoration, and tingles for my ‘reason to live’ standing beside me, but I shake my head at him, sighing.
Mr. Carrero, when will you ever behave? But I love you for it.
“If you’d like to see the alterations to the games room and the home cinema you asked for?” She cuts in a tad frosty. I roll my eyes. Some things will never change with Jake, including his love of all things manly and his Xbox room for when Daniel comes to play.
Do men ever really grow up?
“We can look around later when you all leave for the day. We’re going to unpack and get acquainted with this room first.” Jake turns and throws her his best panty-dropping heartthrob smile. I know without looking, she’s probably swooning and close to fanning herself. I jump when he grabs my ass, possessively and dramatically, in full view of her line of vision. “Need to christen the bed after all.” He adds cheekily with a wink. I guarantee her face has turned fuchsia.
I sigh and continue staring out the window, knowing full well he’s having more fun shocking the poor woman than is necessary, purely making a point at her expense. When she retreats amid a fumbling flurry of words and shuts the door quickly, he turns back to me to catch my impatiently arched brow.
“Remind me again why we hired her?” I stare at him pointedly. I am sure there are probably a million other men who could’ve easily done the job with less of the eye raping of my fiancée.
“Because she was available for an immediate start, and she has a great reputation.” He slides his arms around my shoulders and props his chin on my head, joining me in looking out the window.
“So, Friday, you say?” I sigh, the noise of loud hammering and screeching cutting through the room's tranquility, irritating me immensely. This is hardly the homecoming to a new life I’d imagined when driving here.
“Well … she promised on the phone. No more construction after Friday, just a lot of decorating and moving men to deal with instead.” He kisses me on the nape of my neck and runs his fingertips across my collarbone, sending tingles in every direction.
“Great, just what we need.” I sigh heavily, pushing out the overwhelming urge to turn and molest him, which is currently running through my bones.
“The old PA Emma will love bossing around all those sweaty men, and Miss. Briggs. and you know it. You were always an intimidating force in full PA mode.” His mouth has decided to linger on my throat, and the warm waves of longing are becoming distracting.
I suppose I can’t argue with that. Overseeing, organizing, and making things perfect is what I excelled at when working at Carrero Corp. I’m sure this will be far more enjoyable than anything I managed when I worked there.
“I suppose. We could always stay next door if I can’t stand it.” I beam at him when I say it; having the Carrero home less than 200 meters away makes me stupidly happy and the only thing taking over my rising hormone levels.
“We could, Bambina.” He smiles as he lets me go and wanders toward the room's inner door, near where we’re standing, and opens it. He reaches inside and flicks on a bright light in the en suite. His eyes scanning the inner room with a look of delight.
“Oooh,” I say loudly when I spot the sparkling coffee-colored floor from the doorway and venture closer. The bathroom is in matching neutrals with the biggest jacuzzi I have ever seen and so many shiny chrome taps and knobs that I am completely clueless about what they are for.
“I know what we’re doing for the next hour.” Jake winks and yanks me into the bathroom with him, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, finding no protests from me.
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