Page 53 of Double Dared
I held his gaze challengingly as I shook my head. “Not nervous.”
“What, then?”
“You told me to stay horny for you,” I said, covering his hand on my chest and pushing it down my torso until it moved over my hard dick.
Harrison’s eyes dazzled with interest. “Good boy.”
A shiver passed down my spine at those words. It was sudden enough to make me perk up to attention. “Huh, that…worked.”
Harrison laughed, then slipped his hand to the small of my back and led me away from the living room, showing me the house as requested. There was a small gym on the other side of the ground floor, then a large bathroom with a walk-in shower and afogged glass door leading to the deck, where a hot tub was built into the deck and covered against rain.
Upstairs, Harrison showed me his movie room. It wasn’t a home cinema, exactly, but it had a projector mounted to the ceiling, a large enough screen, and a wide, comfortable sofa facing the screen. Along the walls were shelves with film literature and countless DVDs. For decoration, there were vintage cameras, a film reel in a can, and various little objects I couldn’t identify but which Harrison said were replicas of iconic props.
In another room, it felt like stepping into a writer’s wet dream. He said that this was where he wrote his best essays and even some published articles. There was a large, vintage pedestal desk with a brown leather chair behind it, set up in the middle of the room on a thick Persian rug, and all around were bookcases stuffed with well-worn books. By the window was a reading nook I could lose myself in for days just gazing out. By the nearer wall was a chess table flanked by two chairs facing each other.
“You’re kidding me,” I said.
Harrison crossed his heart. “I swear, I’m not even joking.”
“Is this real?” I asked. “You’re a hundred years old, Harrison. I love it.”
“I hate everything modern,” Harrison said. “Don’t even show me something that was built after 1975. I don’t want it.”
He let me enjoy the sight of everything in hisoffice. I had a feeling I could deliver a good essay or two if I were writing them here. Then he led me to the last room, which was the bedroom.
Here, a very large bed was placed against the far wall, the frame made of wrought iron, and nightstands made of hardwood that matched the wardrobes and dressers. There was another fireplace here, opposite the bed. I could already picture the fire crackling while sweat covered me and Harrison pressed me into this humongous mattress.
There was another bathroom attached to the bedroom, though a little smaller than the downstairs one. The shower was big enough for two, and little else mattered.
“It’s such an incredible place,” I whispered. “I don’t think I want to go back.”
Harrison grinned and stepped in front of me, putting his hands on my waist. “Let’s just stay forever.”
“We can cut our own firewood and make little preserves for winter.”
“And we’ll compost everything for our garden,” he said.
“So we can grow tomatoes and peppers,” I added.
Harrison looked deep into my eyes. “You make it sound so simple.”
“What’s complicated about it?” I joked.
He laughed with me, and we stepped out into the hallway again.
Downstairs, the fire was burning like crazy, the space already a few degrees warmer. Harrison led meto the sofa facing the fireplace, and we sat down near each other.
Why me?I wanted to ask.Why here? Why now?But I kept my mouth shut as I drank the rest of the whiskey in my glass and set it on the table, watching the fire with Harrison.
Unprompted, Harrison said, “These last few weeks have left me so confused and tired. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”
I thought about it. Cutting through all the confusion seemed like a difficult job. “I just take things for what they are, I think.”
“I could learn a few things from you,” he said.
“Don’t sound so surprised.” My hand went to the back of his head just because. I scratched him, thinking how I always liked it when someone did that to me.
It worked. It was as simple as that. Harrison lifted his head a little, eyes closed, and leaned into my fingers like a cat.
