Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I can make a few dishes, but nothing that smells this good.” I smiled. “What’s your secret for creating yummy food?”
Pierre leaned in conspiratorially, as if sharing the most precious of secrets. “Well, Nova, the secret is simple. Passion.”
Tristan chuckled.
“Laugh if you want, my boy. It is true.” Pierre shrugged. “Passion for the ingredients. Passion for the craft. And passion for making people happy through food.”
I was clearly delighted by his response. “Well, Chef Pierre, I can’t wait to taste the fruits of your passion.”
He winked playfully. “I assure you, mademoiselle, your taste buds will not be disappointed.”
“Alright. Alright.” Tristan took my hand and led me away. “Stop flirting with my date.”
Tristan continued the door.
Seconds later, he showed me his private entertainment space. It had a large screen and plush seating. Against my will, I began to envision us cuddling together on a rainy, cozy night, sharing laughter and whispered conversations.
What are you doing? Just relax. This is the second date, Nova.
We left the entertainment area, walked down the hallway, and I caught sight of a bedroom door.
Oh.
My body heated as we headed in that direction.
I glanced up at Tristan. “Is this where you sleep?”
“And do other things.”
I smirked.
I bet, nasty man.
My body hummed as I entered. Soon, my eyes immediately widened in astonishment. Everything in his bedroom—from the furniture to the artwork—was done in an elegant, yet eccentric style.
However, what was interesting about the artwork in this room, was that it seemed the least telling of who Tristan was. Lots of the art on the walls was abstract with dominant slashes of black and white, not really shaping or forming into anything.
Shocking that. . .his bedroom would be the one place where. . .he didn’t reveal himself in the art. Why is that?
I took a few steps forward and stopped. My gaze fell to the king sized bed. It was surrounded by a thick canopy of velvet and hung with jewel-toned silks.
I went over to the bed. I couldn’t help myself as I slowly ran my fingers along the bed sheets.
Tristan’s gaze went to my fingers slipping on his bed.
A grunt left him.
Still brushing my fingers along the bed, I walked over to the other side.
Hold up. What the hell is this?
One of those 1980s video recorders sat on a tripod next to his bed. There was also some sort of photography lighting kit—with different colored LED screens. Near the equipment, a four foot shelf stood, filled with glass encased video tapes.
On each spine, a woman’s name was written in gold.
O-kay. . .
I couldn’t help but wonder what was on those videos. Surely, it involved his cock slamming into things. Too curious to be silent, I asked, “What are these?”
Tristan met my gaze. “Those are mementos from my past.”
I steadied my voice. “Each tape shows a different woman you have been involved with?”
“I like to record certain moments.”
“And what moments are those?”
“The moments I make a woman cum.”
“O-kay.” I walked closer to the shelf and browsed all of the names. There were so many, and in alphabetical order— Amelia, Bianca, Becky, three Clovers, two Cynthias, Emma, Felicia, Harper, Hope, on and on.
Damn, Tristan.
I skipped several more tapes and read the names—Isabella, four Lisas, Mia, Mylah, Olivia, Sophia, Tina.
My oh my.
The names went on and on.
Shocked, I turned to him. “I have so many questions.”
“Do you?”
“First of all. . .how the hell did you meet three different Clovers?”
He laughed.
“I’m serious.”
Tristan shrugged. “I too am shocked with how many Clovers I have dated.”
I held out my hands. “Are Clovers fun women?”
“They are interesting. Usually more on the hipster side. They love to talk about chakras and crystals, tarot cards and clearing spiritual energy.”
“And did they clear your spiritual energy?”
“They cleared what needed to be cleared.”
I shook my head and walked off. “I bet they did.”
I had always assumed he was a ladies’ man, but it was difficult to overlook the evidence of his amorous past spread out before me. All the videos indicated that they must have shared many intimate, personal moments together.
As I looked at them, my chest felt heavy and an uneasy feeling crept over me.
I will definitely be careful with you, Tristan.
I strolled away.
He called after me, “And would you ever allow me to film your cumming on my cock?”
I paused, caught in the heat of his question.
Would I?
Running my tongue over my top lip, I turned back to him. “Maybe.”
He studied me. “Has anyone ever filmed you during sex?”
“No.”
He curved his lips into a very wicked smile. “And, it is not a limit for you?”
“It isn’t.” I headed away, not wanting to be in his bedroom anymore. It was drenched in too many sexual memories. And honestly, part of me felt a bit overwhelmed by it all.
We went back into the hallway.
He gestured for us to go right. “This way.”