Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
We pull into a driveway that has a gate. After Brick punches in a few numbers, the gates open, allowing us in. Thankfully, we’ve stopped talking, so I’m allowed to be speechless in this moment. It’s one thing to know someone’s rich, but this may be the first time I’m seeing it this up close and personal.
And holy shit, it’s a lot.
He lives in a freaking mansion. A freaking McMansion! The only time I’ve seen houses this extravagant is on TV or in magazines. And it’s all just for him. That must be absolutely wild.
And I’m about to step into this behemoth of a house.
“So, we’re here,” Brick smiles.
“I guessed that,” I whisper back. We’ve pulled into the part of the driveway that’s by his front door. It’s the kind of driveway that wraps around. It also branches off, but I can’t see where to since it’s so dark. Maybe we’ll get to explore the grounds later.
Brick turns to me, his icy blue eyes burning into my skin.
“Are you ready to go inside?”
17
Tammy
I step into Brick’s house, if house is even the proper word for a structure like this one. It sounds like such a common word for the sheer size of this dwelling. I can’t even begin to imagine the square footage of this place.
And the inside manages to stun me even more.
There’s a chandelier that illuminates the foyer, the soft sparkle of it shining down onto the strong wood. I take a sharp breath, deeply inhaling the woody scent of his home.
It smells just like him.
“Do you want me to have your bag taken up to my room?”
“Um, taken up?”
“Yeah, my home staff is still here. Most of them will be leaving soon, and they’ll all be out of the main house by the time we’re ready to really get settled, so we’ll have privacy. I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed tonight, so I asked the majority of them to be here just in case.”
Home staff? Like maids and butlers and stuff? That’s crazy.
“Sure. I don’t really need anything from it right now anyway.”
“Great. I’ll make sure it gets up there.” He leaves my bag on a lavish table by the front door. The table looks like it might be an antique, and my ratty overnight bag is now just hanging out on top of it. “I don’t know if we have enough time to go through the entire house, but I can give you a mini tour, if you’d like.”
“Yeah,” I nod. “I want to see your home.”
“Amazing.”
Brick loops his arm through mine and leads me farther into the house. We stay downstairs. I get to see the kitchen, an entertainment room, a dining room, another dining room – this one more for big parties, a living room type of space, and a smaller, similar room.
“Hopefully, you’ll get to see the whole house eventually.”
“So you live here? It’s kind of far from your office.”
“Oh no,” Brick shakes his head. “I have an apartment in town. This place I use more for entertaining, or if I’m going to have someone stay with me. I realize it’s rather lavish for one person. I could have gotten something smaller, but when I was younger, my mother used to clean these types of places, and she’d take me with her sometimes. If the owners weren’t home, we used to play a game where we would pretend it was our own place.”
I nod, taking in what he’s just said. He’s a lot more sentimental than comes across initially. It makes sense why he’d hide his softer side. Being in producing, he can’t afford to come across as easy to walk over.
But I get to see the mushy stuff, and that’s more than enough.
“Sorry I just unloaded all of that.”
“No, no. I like hearing about all of that stuff. Tell me whatever it is you want to tell me. It’s okay.”
“Okay, I will,” he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “But right now, I want to get started on our date. I think we’ve dilly-dallied enough.”
“Sure, what are we doing?”
“Follow me.”
Brick leads me outside. His backyard is massive. I have no idea how much land an acre is, but this has to be multiple acres. There isn’t much time to look around, unfortunately. Plus, it is rather dark.
Brick takes me around one of the corners of the house, where there’s a large hammock parked in the grass.
“What do you have planned for tonight?” I can’t even begin to figure out what’s going on.
“Well, if you’re hungry, I can have some food brought out here, but if you’re not, we can get started on the main event of the evening, which is a screening.”
“A screening?” As I ask my question, Brick turns me around to reveal a large white projection screen.