Then, out of nowhere, Tyler straightened slowly to his full height and paced around in front of her like some male underwear model. Okay, not that kind, but a girl can dream, right?
But the man must be thinking of something. She recognised this kind of pacing; this was his boss's thinking pace, where he would be making huge, f*cking decisions.
What on bloody earth could he be thinking? His offer wasn't mind-shattering; in fact, it was as boring as hellhounds.
However, Tyler looked so intimidating, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the bed, his soft, warm, silky bed. With that thought, Mary smiled, and Mr. Johnson actually stepped backward. His eyes bore straight into hers, his gaze holding her prisoner, searching her very soul.
"Stay in the mansion with me, and I will double your sal
