Page 20 of Corrupt Game

We walked down a small, short hallway to a closed door.

An elevator was hidden behind it and we stepped inside.

He was really cautious about security and available escape exits throughout his properties. It just reaffirmed the fact that he was hiding something. I was on the right track to get the answers I needed.

The elevator was not as large or spacious as a few of the others I’d been in in the past twenty-four hours, but it was adequate to give us both a small amount of personal space.

The doors opened to a spacious, fully furnished basement apartment.

While not ornately decorated, it would be a comfortable living space while I was his assistant.

“You’ll see that we’ve catered to your every need.” Mr. Holdt stated as he continued to hold on to my hand. We moved farther into the room.

“The kitchen will be used after we’ve gotten more comfortable with each other. You’ll have to earn those privileges.”

Warning bells went off in my brain. Earned privileges? It was something I’d have to come back to after the tour was over. He was messing with my thought process. This had moved way too fast.

The entire room was one large square. The kitchen was in one corner, with the bedroom situated diagonally across from it.

In the middle were two love seats, a coffee table with padding on the corners, but not much else. A small table was pushed against the wall by the kitchen with the bathroom in the opposite corner.

The bathroom was the most lavish portion of the room. A free standing tub for long soaks and a walk-in shower took up the other corner.

He had spared no expense for the hygienic needs of his assistants, playthings, whatever. Then again, he might be one of those weirdos that wanted me to bathe before having sexual intercourse with him. I’d heard rumors about people like that.

This large room was about the size of a one bedroom apartment. It felt much bigger without the dividing walls. The only enclosed space was the toilet area.

I was certain that he had cameras to monitor my every move. It was what I’d have done if I was his security-conscious ass.

Monitor the new employee until I could trust them enough to do things on their own.

Thank gracious he would allow me to have a modicum of privacy while I tended to my personal needs.

The lack of walls for the shower or bath indicated that he got off on watching other people’s personal moments.

While I wasn’t a fan of someone watching my every move, it would be the fastest and easiest way to assure him that I had nothing to hide. Physically.

Mentally? A completely different story.

What was really unusual was the thick foam padding on all the corners or sharp edges. It was as if a klutz had lived here before me and might be hurt easily.

“You’ll find everything that you require.”

His presence was starting to affect the way I was thinking. The soft, yet firm grip on my hand gave me butterflies. Every touch we shared had my body reacting, I hated it. I had to focus hard on what he was saying.

“If there is something that you don’t see, but you require, just walk over to the intercom and ask.” He led me over to the elevator where the intercom system was installed.

“It connects to my phone, so you’ll be able to contact me directly whenever you need me.”

He released my hand and stepped into the elevator.

I shouldn’t have had such a feeling of emptiness associated with his hand leaving mine, but I did.

“You should familiarize yourself with the space. You’ll have one night to memorize it.”

The doors shut on his words. Memorize?

Chapter 8: Ian

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