“I was just wondering if you were ready to call me daddy yet.”
I groaned, leaning back into the comfortable and stylish couch. I wasn’t sure when this joke was going to get old, although there was part of me that didn’t want it to. My heart did start beating fast in my chest every time he was near me and especially when he made it clear what he wanted to do to me.
He was arrogant and an ass, but he was sexy as all hell. I couldn’t deny that. Plus, he was smart, probably a genius, and that was hard to ignore. He may have been a playboy asshole, but he was still successful and powerful.
“No, thank you,” I typed back.
“Come meet up with me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re curious. I promise I have the best of intentions.”
I knew that was a lie, but he was right. I was curious.
“Where are you?”
“I’m in my favorite spot in the house. I’ll send you the location on your phone.”
A second later, a little screen popped up with a map of the house. On the map was a little red dot marked “You” and a little blue dot marked “Carter.” I was surprised to see the blue dot move in circles around the room it was in.
“Did you see it move?” he asked me.
“Holy crap. It’s like the Marauder’s Map!”
“Solid Harry Potter reference.”
“It is a lot like that,” he typed back. “You can turn off the option to show your location in real time, if you want. I’ll show you how when you get here.”
“Who said I’m coming?”
I bit my lip and sighed. He had me interested, and I was pretty bored anyway. I was just sitting around looking at my phone. I wanted to see what his favorite room in the house was like anyway, and so I stood and headed out.
I guessed it was going to be some Fifty Shades shit. Maybe a sex dungeon with swings, big dildos, all kinds of BDSM equipment. I was ready to run away as fast as I could as I rounded the corner and found the door to the room he was in.
I pulled it open slowly, expecting the worst.
Instead, I heard music.
“Hey,” he said, “Come in.”
I stepped into the room and looked around. The walls were covered in bookshelves, but instead of books, they held records. There was a bar along one wall, a fireplace burning wood in the middle of another, plus chairs and tables all over the place. Carter was leaning against the bar, and in front of him was a turntable spinning a record.
“This is really cool,” I blurted out despite myself.
“Thanks.” He motioned for me to join him. I walked over as he went around behind the bar. “Want something?”
“Sure,” I said. “Surprise me.”
He nodded and went to work as I looked around some more. I didn’t recognize the music that was playing, but the sleeve said it was by a band called The Cinematic Orchestra. It was like jazzy hip-hop without the lyrics, and although it was a little weird, I actually liked it.
“You don’t strike me as the jazz type,” I said.
He laughed. “Jazz is pretentious as fuck. But it helps me think.”
“Sure. I come in here when I have some work to get done but can’t concentrate anywhere else.”
“So am I interrupting your work?”
“Not anymore,” he said. “I finished up a little bit ago.” He handed me a glass. I took it from him and sipped it, surprised. It was delicious, fresh and sweet.