Page 19 of Bourbon Sins
The man held the door open to the house and I walked in, taking in the surroundings.
Rich . . . that was the only way to describe the house, it was made for the rich and privileged.
The walls were a deep grey and were magnificently outlined by thick white trim. A giant chandelier hung in the entryway that was circled by a curved black staircase. The décor was minimal, but also classically modern. I looked like a whore in church; I didn’t belong at all. I was a contradiction, with my ratty shoes and pillowcase luggage, to the extravagance of the house.
“Seriously?” I asked, as I looked around. “This place is so beautiful.”
“I can give you a tour in the morning. Let’s get you settled upstairs in your room.”
I didn’t follow him as he started to walk up the stairs.
“Are you coming?” He was rather moody, but it only played to his sex appeal, which was an annoying and kind of disturbing revelation on my end.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me your name.”
The man descended the stairs and came to me with his hand extended. “I’m Kace Haywood.”
I took his hand in mine and said, “It’s nice to meet you Kace. Now, was that so hard?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t let go of my hand and pulled me toward the stairs as the beat of a song filtered through the air. It was coming from the back of the house, which I couldn’t see, but it intrigued me.
“Wait, what’s that?” I asked, as I tried to catch a glimpse of where the music was coming from, but he continued to drag me up the stairs.
“The girls are practicing.”
“The Jett Girls?” I asked, while leaning over the banister and trying to see anything that would clue me into what I got myself into.
“Will you cut it out? Jesus, I don’t need you cracking your head open from being a dumbass.” He grabbed my waist and lifted me over his shoulder as he continued up the stairs.
“Hey! What the fuck? Put me down. Are you mental?” I beat against his back, his hard, muscular back, for him to put me down.
When we got to the top of landing, he set me down. I flailed my legs as he lowered me, causing me to fall on my ass. I quickly got up, grabbed my pillowcase, and brushed my jeans off, as if I didn’t just completely embarrass myself. Always had to keep one ounce of pride intact.
“Are you insane? You can’t just go around manhandling me.”
“I can do whatever I want, sweetheart. I’m in charge of you, and if I tell you to keep moving, you keep moving. There are rules in this house and you are not going to like the outcome if you don’t follow them.”
I put a hand on my hip as I looked him up and down. “Is that right? What are you going to do? Spank me?”
A smirk ran across his face, but then it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Iwon’t.”
He continued to walk down a long hallway and I obediently followed him, not because he said so, but because it was a little dark in the hallway and I was in a strange house; I was a little nervous.
“What does that mean, you won’t?”
“It means, I won’t.”
“But someone else will? Is this some kind of creepy sexual boarding school?”
He spun around on his heels and got inches from my face. I could feel the heat pouring off of him as he spoke in a stern voice. “You’re asking an awful lot of nosy questions for someone who should just be grateful for the lucky-ass hand they just drew. Now, come on, I don’t have time for you to fuck around. I have a hot redhead waiting in my room with her legs spread.”
I was a blunt person, but the way he spoke to me with an edge of malice made me cringe at his words. Apparently, he hadn’t been fucked lately, because he was a bit testy.
We walked down a long hallway that curved to the left. At the end of the hallway was an oversized door. Kace walked up to it, opened the door, and let me walk in first.
“This is your room.”
