CHAPTER 15~ DEPRIVED OF PRIVACY
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Larisa woke up to someone shaking her shoulders, and when she squinted her eyes open, she could see Mariann bent down in front of her.
She rubbed her eyes, groaning as she sat up on the bed. “Hi…?”
“Hello my dear. I’m glad you slept well and I’m sorry to have woken you up. I made you lunch, but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. However, I can’t have you skipping dinner as Mr. Maverick’s guest. He’d get angry if he found out you haven’t had anything but what I made for breakfast this morning. I placed your dinner on the bedside table, please don’t starve yourself a second longer.”
Larisa looked towards the tray on the bedside table, muttering out ‘thanks’.
“I wanted to cook something of your demand, but I’d found it hard to wake you up just to ask you what you wanted to eat.”
“No, it’s fine…I eat almost everything.” Larisa chuckled. “And I don’t think I’m important enough to demand anything from you.”
“You might not think so, but you are. Mr. Maverick has never brought anybody here and the fact that he brought you makes you more important than even his mother. You are his first guest, and I will treat you as ordered. If you need anything, there’s a service call button right against the wall beside the bed…call for me.”
And then she left.
Larisa looked away from the door as it closed, inhaling a deep breath while pulling the tray of food off the bedside table. She despised the owner of this place, but she had to eat, didn’t she?
And the food…? It smelled like heaven; lamb chops, mashed potatoes and gravy with a glass of juice on the side.
It’s been years since she’s gotten a taste of lamb.
Folding her legs, she placed the tray on top of them, grabbing the knife and fork before starting to eat. It tasted as good as it smelled. The gravy was savory, the potatoes buttery and the lamb…oh god the lamb; it melted in her mouth. So tender and juicy that she cleared her plate, leaving nothing but the bones and a splash of gravy.
The juice washed it all down, cool and refreshing. She was utterly full now.
With a burp, she shifted on the bed, searching for the service call button, but upon finding it, she remembered that Mariann had mentioned that there was a kitchen on this floor. And instead of bothering her, Larisa walked out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen.
Of course, it was no less extravagant than she thought it would be. The marble countertop had cabinets above and below it and the island made of the same blue colored marble had two wooden chairs beneath it.
There was a microwave right above the stove and the huge double door fridge was cornered by the counter and the wall. Larisa walked over to the sink, passing the dishwasher between two lower cabinets on her way. It wouldn’t make sense to use it when there was just one dirty plate…so she washed the plate along with silverware manually, and placed them on the countertop to dry.
She then went back into the bedroom, now ready to take her first shower. She walked over to the door at the back of the room; the bathroom door and entered.
It didn’t run short, it instead exceeded her expectations. It was huge. She probably used that word a ton of times already, but she really had no other way to put it. The interior had a luxurious touch; the golden faucets blended in so well with the white that coated the wall, and the design was…it was genius.
The bathroom had two equal sections, separated by a vanity; white in color with gold linings. Atop of it was a flowerpot and a toothbrush holder with two toothbrushes and a half-used toothpaste inside.
Her eyes lingered on everything, especially how each side of the bathroom was a literal mirror of the other. The shower; walled by what appeared to be translucent glass could be found on both sides of the bathroom. That as well as the white vessel sinks rimmed with a touch of gold, the tub, the mirror the countertop and even the toilet.
Everything looked exactly alike…and that fact had amused Larisa at first, but when she noticed that another door was attached to the other end of the bathroom, she realized that the this bathroom wasn’t particularly just for her use. Everything was doubled because it was made to be occupied by two people and it so happened to be that the room beside hers belonged to Julian.
What a bomber…
She didn’t have the choice to bathe in privacy and she hated it. What if he walked in on her while she was naked…? And what if he used the opportunity to touch her again?
A cold shiver wracked down her spine at the thought and her face that had been full of amusement dropped in self-pity as she stripped out of her pajamas and then his shirt.
But according to what Mariann said, he wasn’t here as yet…she just needed to finish before he made it back home. Pulling her panties down, she placed them along with the clothes on the countertop and quickly got into the shower.
Two months…that’s all she had to endure.
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