I take Ana into my house and sit on the sofa with her. I keep her in my lap. My hands pet her hair and her arms, getting her used to my touch, training her to need it. She doesn’t try to get off my lap, but she starts looking around the room. I watch her face as she takes it all in, wanting to judge her reaction. She doesn’t know it, but she’s the first woman besides my employees that I’ve allowed through the doors. Then again, something tells me that Ana will be special, otherwise I wouldn’t be pursuing her this hard.
“Do you like it?” I ask, looking around the room and trying to see it from her eyes. I never thought about it really. I hired Miami’s premiere design company to decorate. There’s a lot of white with large splashes of turquoise and orange and lime greens, all colors associated with the beach and life in Miami, or so my decorator said—something about the colors being warm and vibrant. To be honest I never really cared. Now I wonder if it falls short in Ana’s eyes. I’d like to know her thoughts.
“It’s nice.”
That’s it. I may have not had other women here, but instinctively I know they would have noticed the designer’s handiwork. They would have seen the top-of-the-line furnishings and expensive paintings and had dollar signs in their eyes. Ana’s eyes are not like that. In fact, I get the feeling she doesn’t like the house at all and is trying to be nice. I don’t normally smile, but that thought has me doing so now. I have to wonder if this is the first of Ana’s surprises for the night.
I stand up and slowly let her go to the floor. She takes a breath as her feet hit the floor, but I still keep her wrapped up in my arms, not wanting to let her go completely yet. Her hands brace on my shoulders as she takes off her high heels. I’m not sure what she thinks she would hurt or why she’s bothering. I’ve never met a woman who has taken her shoes off unless they were stripping for me and a lot of those times they leave their shoes on. Being barefoot obviously feels better. Does she feel that comfortable with me? I make note to have thick carpet installed if this works out. That way, her feet can stay warm.
I lead her down the hall towards the master bedroom. I keep it on the main floor and reserve the upstairs for guest rooms, which are never used. I don’t want guests. Ever. Ana is the only one I will break that rule for.
Ana freezes at the entrance. Inside is a large king-size four-poster bed, a large television hanging on the wall and a low line sleek black dresser with matching nightstands. It has a sitting area off to the left of the bed and then behind that is an open master bath with a sunken tub and large steam shower.
“A problem, Pet?”
“Is … Is this the bedroom you want me to stay in?” she says, trying to back away.
“This is my bedroom.”
“I’ll just wait for you outside then. Or you could tell me where your guest room is.”
“You’ll be staying here with me, Ana.”
“I don’t think so.”
I ignore her comment and apply more pressure at her back to get her moving. Her eyes are focused on the bed. I wonder if, like me, she is imagining being tied to it later. I’m biding my time until I can do that very thing. There’s never been a woman in this bed. I’ve never wanted one. But I’m making another exception and it’s for the same reason. Ana.
“Have you eaten?” I ask her, pulling my shirt off.
“What? Umm … no, I guess I haven’t.”
“Good. I’ll have the cook heat up dinner for us.”
“You do realize it’s three a.m.,” she says, as I pick up the phone and inform the kitchen staff what I want.
“I don’t keep regular hours, Ana. I pay my staff enough to reflect that and reward them for understanding. I’m going to take a shower while dinner is getting heated. I’ll just be a few minutes. Unless you’d like to join me?” I ask her, putting my shirt on the bed.
“Join you?” she parrots, sitting in the chair that I keep in front of the bed. Disappointing. I would much rather have her on the bed waiting for me.
“In the shower.”
“I, uh … I think I will be fine here,” she says.
“A pity.” I like the way her eyes are drawn to my chest almost as much as I like the way the heat rises into her face.
“Listen, Roman, I’m not sure what your game is, but I think it would be best if I leave. I’m not—” Ana starts, heading to the door and showing more fire in this moment than she has since I’ve started toying with her.
“Not what, Ana?” I ask, taking a step and catching her easily. My hand encircles her waist, making sure she doesn’t get away.
“I’m not your plaything. Your pet. I don’t understand what is going on between us or what you think tonight is about. I wanted your help to find my brother. Clearly we are not on the same page. I just think it would be best if we ended it here and I get back to my world and you can find someone else to follow you around like a puppy and obey,” she says.
She gets it all out in one large breath, which is also commendable. The heat is blaring across her face, her blush so dark she glows. I commend her on showing backbone. I’m much too used to women following my commands.