Find Me Alastar(60)

“My name is Star.” His eyes are alight with mischief and I know he likes his new nickname.

“But you twinkle to me.”

We stand still, gazing at each other as the electricity zaps between us.

The physical attraction is so strong it’s palpable.

I nervously stand still, awaiting his instruction, I don’t think I should kiss him first, although I desperately want to.

Kiss me.

“I thought we could go back to my place,” he says casually.

“Oh.”

“I could make us dinner.”

I smirk. “You can cook?”

“Very well,” he replies confidently.

I smile cheekily, I really want to say if you can cook in the kitchen and the bedroom you must be a god, but I hold my tongue. I don’t need to inflate his ego any further.

I nervously walk across my bedroom to retrieve my handbag and he follows. He stands at the door and his eyes linger on the window seat. I know he is thinking of the first night we were together, when we made love on that seat. I frown as I correct myself. Sorry… when we f*cked on that seat. There was no lovemaking that night. My eyes fall to my bed, knowing that’s where we made love two nights later. That’s where he inhaled every inch of my body and utterly ruined me for any other man.

I’ve never been touched like that, never been loved like that. It felt like we would die if we didn’t get closer. Even when he was deep inside my body, it wasn’t close enough. Physically, we couldn’t be any closer, and yet we just couldn’t extinguish the fire between us—that feeling between us. I have never experienced anything like it and it’s no wonder I am totally addicted to this… whatever this is.

“Shall we go?” he asks.

My heart drops a little. I was hoping he would kiss me.

“Yes.”

I follow him down the stairs and out onto the road. “Where is your car?” I ask.

“Down here.” He points ahead, and we walk down the street, making our way around a corner until we get to a bottle green antique sports car. He opens it with the key.

I put my hands on my hips and frown. “This is your car?”

He raises a sexy brow.

I raise my eyebrows back at him. “What happened to the flashy new thing you had the other night?”

“The Audi is at home in the garage.”

My eyes hold his. “Oh,” I mutter as my brain misfires. How many cars does he have? He opens the door and I fall into the low car. It’s immaculate and smells like leather polish. He slides in beside me and pulls away from the curb. I bite my lip to stifle the stupid over-the-top smile on my face.

“Where do you live?” I ask.

“Not far. Ten minutes away.”

I frown. I thought he would have lived out of town.

“Why are you frowning?” His eyes alternate between looking at me and the road.

“I just thought you lived out in the suburbs.”

He shakes his head. “No, I live in town.”

I smile as I keep watching the road until we pull into the large driveway of a grand house. A huge oak tree sits in center of the front yard and a large circular driveway surrounds it. Garden lights are around the perimeter of the property, giving it a glamorous feel.

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat as my eyes glance around at the sandstone mansion in front of me.

“This is your house?” I ask.

His eyes fall to me. “Yes.”

“Who do you live here with?”

“Just me.” I frown. “And Fraidy,” he adds.

“Who’s Fraidy?”

“A cat.” He smirks.

I giggle. “You own a Fraidy cat?” That’s unexpected.

His smile mirrors mine. “Sort of.”

I laugh out loud in shock.

“He was a stray that decided to move in. I didn’t have a choice in the matter.”

We get out of the car and I follow him up the steps where he opens the huge, black double doors. He stands to the side to let me walk in front of him. My eyes widen. Holy crap, you are joking me.

I look all around the luxurious room. “You rent this place?”

“No.”

I frown. “You have a mortgage on this house?” How could he possibly afford this mansion?

“No.”

I frown again. “It’s your parents house?”

He shakes his head in amusement. “I own this house, Emmaline.”

I bite my bottom lip. This is bullshit and so unexpected. Why did I ask those damn questions out loud?

His eyes hold mine and he smiles the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“I just… I mean.” I can’t stop looking around at the luxurious house. Oh jeez, I am so far out of my comfort zone. I had no idea he had this much money. Although the price he got for his art should have given me an indication, I suppose.

He grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen, and I stop dead in my tracks.

What?

A huge, white, marble kitchen, complete with every device known to man sits in front of me. My eyes meet his. “Alastar,” I whisper. “You have the most beautiful house I have ever seen”

He smiles a very proud smile. “I’m happy here.”