As I stared briefly at the David head statue on the far side of the room, I pondered who on earth could live here. For some reason, I couldn’t see this infamous Mr. Gatsby guy as being as old as all these relics made him seem. Although everything around me screamed maturity, I had this feeling that he was quite young. It may have been the fact that all the people at the party seemed to be around my age. It may have had something to do with the fact I couldn’t imagine a very wealthy fifty-something having parties and lurking in the shadows, instead of being the host he should be.
Shaking my head, I put one foot in front of the other, only to hear a noise that stopped me dead in my tracks. Whatever it was, I had this sudden urge to either flee or jump, like an action film, towards the back of the desk. However, all I could do was stand there like an idiot, ready to face whatever could be behind that door.
No one came in, though, so I shrugged and made my way out the door and down the stairs so I could find Louisa. Hopefully Pete would have let her go by now. As I got to the bottom of the steps, a sound alerted me. It was muffled, like grunting. It sounded like it was coming from the basement, but I couldn’t tell. Like always, my intrigue got the best of me and I made my way down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, there was a closed door, but I knew there was someone behind it. The sounds were almost animalistic. It was frightening, but erotic at the same time.
In that brief moment, I wondered whether I would be brave enough to take a peak. I couldn’t be certain, but it sounded distinctly like someone was boxing. With my heart beating rapidly and my throat dry, I grabbed the door handle.
It was then that my heart shot into my mouth at the feel of someone’s hand on my shoulder. “Miss, you can’t go in there.”
Jumping, I swung around to find the butler staring at me with an unimpressed glare. It was also then that there was silence coming from the other side of the door. Whoever was in there must have heard us.
“I’m so sorry. I was just trying to find a toilet.”
I inwardly cringed. Way to go, Tyler. That wasn’t an obvious lie at all.
Looking in the direction of the stairs, he turned back to me. “If you go up these stairs, there is a door to your immediate right. That is where the toilet is.”
I took that as my cue to leave and did so as graciously as possible, my tail between my legs. As I got to the top, I briefly turned and saw that the butler had disappeared. He must have gone into the “grunting” room.
“There you are, Tyler. I’ve been looking for you.”
Louisa’s voice made me jump as I spun around. Everything was making me jump this morning. It may have had something to do with the fact I knew I was snooping.
“Hey, Louisa. Has Pete finally let you go?”
She laughed as her cheeks reddened a little. “Yes. We’ve said our goodbyes. Seen anything good?”
I knew Louisa would have been eager to come with me earlier, but sometimes your loins win out. They certainly did for me last night.
“Nah,” I stated with a shake of my head. “Not a damn thing. I looked in every drawer I could and couldn’t even find a single piece of paper. It’s almost as if this place is a museum, rather than a home.”
Louisa sighed a little. “Oh well. Maybe I’ll get the dirt on this elusive guy one day, but it doesn’t look like today is going to be my day. Are you ready to get going?”
I nodded. “Yep. Let’s go before the butler comes in.”
Within ten minutes, we were packed and placing our bags into Louisa’s boot. It was raining and I hated the rain but, for some reason, I was ready to curl up in my jim-jams, eat lots of chocolate, and watch the reruns of Suits. I loved Suits, especially Harvey. He could be my lawyer any day. Harvey could be anything he wanted to me any day. He was just so damn delicious.
“Are you daydreaming about him?”
My gaze drifted to Louisa. “Actually, I was just thinking that today would be the perfect day to curl up on the sofa, pig-out, and watch TV.”
Louisa stared ahead, but smiled. “Hmmm, okay…,” she giggled.
“Are you seeing him again?”
Louisa frowned a little. “Who? Pete?”
“Nah, the butler guy. He was kinda hot.”
We both giggled a little as Louisa continued to stare ahead. “I’ve given him my number. It’s up to him to call now. I have a feeling I’ll be hearing from him soon, though.”
Louisa smiled, then we both fell silent again. I started to wonder whether I would hear from my elusive caller from last night. I felt kind of disgusted with myself for letting a complete stranger into my room to do all those lovely, erotic things to me. But, then again, whoever it was tricked me. He didn’t say who he was in the beginning, so I assumed it was Brad. But having said that, did this stranger realise that himself? I could never know for certain. All I knew was that whoever it was gave me the best sex I’ve ever had. And I was just itching for more.