Beauty from Pain(26)

“A Fisker Karma Sunset.”


“I’ve never heard of that before. It’s … stunning.”


“I know.” He opens the door for me. I get in and watch his beautiful form walk around to the driver’s side. Let’s be honest. Who wouldn’t agree to a three-month fling with this man?


I know I’m going to agree. And he knows it too. He’s said as much, but I can’t let him think I’m giving in so easily.


He starts the car. It has a deep roar. “Top up or down?”


“Down, but let me grab a ponytail holder out of my purse.”


“There’s some in the glove compartment.”


It’s only a ponytail holder, but there’s no way I’m wearing anything belonging to number one through twelve. He reaches over to open it and notices my expression. “I didn’t ask you to wear another woman’s undies. My little sister has long hair and she likes to ride with the top down. She keeps a stash in there.”


Nice recovery.


I take the holder from him and pull my hair up, wondering if he’s bullshitting me about his sister. “Ready.”


The drive to the vineyard outside Wagga Wagga is beautiful. We pass mile after mile of grapes on the way to the house and as we get closer, I see a traditional old-world-style mansion in the distance. It looks Italian, not Australian, but then I’m not really sure what I think constitutes Australian architecture. “Miss Beckett, this is Avalon Vineyard.”


Wow. It’s incredible. “Your boss must think a lot of you if he puts you up in a place this nice.”


“You could say that.”


When we get out of the car, Lachlan walks around to the trunk. He lifts his brow as he asks, “Since you don’t know if you’re staying, does your bag go inside or remain in the trunk?”


He is dying to hear my confirmation, but I’m not finished having fun with this little game. “Umm … I think it’s fine to take it inside to one of the guest rooms.”


“I don’t know why you’re pretending you might say no.”


Because this is your game. These are your rules. I need to feel like I have control over some aspect of it, even if it’s only for a little while.


Our first stop is the kitchen. It’s beautiful and fitting for the house, like one of those grand Italian kitchens from a luxury home magazine. At least, that’s the only time I’ve ever seen anything like it.


There’s a basket of goodies on the counter, so I walk over and peek inside. It’s filled with an assortment of food, and of course, a bottle of wine. “Very nice.”


“I can’t take the credit. Mrs. Porcelli packed the lunch for us.”


“Who’s Mrs. Porcelli?”


“She does my cooking and housekeeping.”


How odd. His employer pays him enough to employ someone to do his cooking and cleaning. “Will I meet her or does she fall into the friend/family/identifying information category?”


“I haven’t decided, but it won’t be today because she’s already gone.”


“Because of me?”


“No. She’s gone home for the holidays.”


That’s right. Christmas is only a few days away. “So she doesn’t live in Wagga Wagga, either?”


“No. I employ her the same way I do Daniel. They go where I go.”


They go everywhere with him. How much does it cost to have employees like that? I can’t imagine it being cheap. “Daniel is on holiday as well?”


“Yes. All the vineyard employees are gone until Monday, so it’s just the two of us. Alone.”


Was that supposed to scare me? “So, no one’s around to hear my screams?”


“Now you’re catching on. Come with me and I’ll show you the rest of the house.”


We enter the living room and there is a beautiful black baby grand in the corner. I’m in love. “You play?”


He laughs at my assumption. “Not a note.”


I walk over and stroke the ivory keys. “It’s beautiful.”


“The interior designer thought it would be a pretty piece to take up some of the void since the room is so big.”