Chapter Sixteen
“So, this is what a billionaire’s house looks like.” Adalia stood in the massive entrance hall with its marble floors, wearing a sheepish grin.
“Let’s go through to the living room and have a drink. Calm the nerves,” he replied and she chuckled, the mirth chiming beneath the vaulted ceiling.
A flight of stairs led up to a second floor, curving inward to create an alarming geometric effect, but he led her off the main hall and into a wood-paneled living room with a plush red wall-to-wall carpet.
He gestured to the leather couch and she lowered herself onto it. “This place is beautiful.”
“Thanks, I had an interior decorator come in to get it done, but I provided him with a general idea.”
“You must be so relaxed when you get home from work. This place is a palace.”
“Yea
