“No. Never of me.” His words are solemn, far more serious than my light-hearted quip. He takes his seat and reaches for the wine bottle, pouring us a glass each.
“Have you recently moved to the area?" I ask. If we’re going to spend the evening together, we might as well get to know each other.
“No. Not yet, though I’m seriously considering buying a place here.”
“So you just joined the gym for fun?” Why would he join a gym somewhere he doesn’t live?
“I plan on spending a lot of time here. It made sense to join one close by, and like I said, I’m seriously considering buying somewhere.”
“Where do you live at the moment, then?”
“I’m based in the city, it’s easier for work. But I think I’d like a place to get away; somewhere quieter, where I can relax.”
“Well, it’s certainly relaxing here. It’s why I stayed. I need that quiet, that calm after work.”
“What is it you do?” he queries.
“I’m a first year ER resident.” He merely nods. Most people have a reaction, if I’m honest, most people are shocked. I’m a short, curlyhaired, blue eyed, blonde. I look like I should be teaching at a school with Harry, not saving lives. “And what is it that you do?”
“I run a security company.” By run, I’m quite sure he also means owns. His clothing, although understated, is expensive and the watch on his wrist is very high end and pricey.
“Would I know it?” I ask. He names a company that not just me, but most of the world has heard of.Christ, he is next level rich. Billionaire rich.“Well, that explains how you would have got my address,” I mutter. He merely smiles at me. “I get the impression you know a lot more about me, than I do you. Have you looked me up? On one of your systems?”
“Ask me whatever you want, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me.” I notice that he avoided answering my question.
We trade questions and answers with each other for a while, both finding things out about the other. I’m surprised to find he’s already started looking at properties, having seen two this afternoon.
“What did you think of them?” I ask him.
“Not quite right, but I’m seeing one tomorrow that has my interest piqued.”
“It’s not the old Robinson’s property, is it?” I gasp.
“She definitely didn’t call it that,” he frowns, trying to recall the name of the house.
“High Tides,” we both say at the same time. It’s my favorite house in town. I’ve always had a fascination with it, ever since I was a little girl.
“Yes, that’s the old Robinson’s house, or that’s what we locals know it as. Old man Robinson, the town eccentric, used to live there up until he died a few years ago. It’s sat empty ever since, but it’s a beautiful property. You’ll have to let me know what you think, I’ve always wanted to see inside it; it’s my favorite house in town.”
“Come see it with me,” he states, as if it’s the simplest, most normal thing in the world to go look at properties together.
“I can’t, I’m on an early shift tomorrow.” I’m actually disappointed I won’t be able to go, even if two people who barely know each other going house hunting together would be weird. I honestly think I would have gone if I could have.
“Another glass?” he asks, nodding towards the bottle. I shake my head in response.
“I better not, I’m driving.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs just loud enough for me to hear.Well, fuck me.Why is that so hot? I’ve never had a thing for being anyone’s ‘good girl’, but coming from his lips? Well, it just hits differently. I like it. A lot.
“You’re staring,” I whisper, his gaze is still focused on me.
“I’m just wondering how one person can be so beautiful.” A thrill runs through me at his words.
“Oh,” I chuckle awkwardly, “well, umm, thank you,” I stammer out.
“Not good at taking compliments, huh?”
“No,” I laugh.
