Page 87 of Billionaire Temptations

I lost my breath as I entered the double walk-in closet with a beautiful, large, white vanity. Shit, even the closet was bigger than my apartment. It was truly its own living space.

“This is amazing.”

“Wait until you see the bathroom.” Jenna smiled.

Stepping out of the closet, we walked down a small hallway that led to the bathroom. I wasn’t kidding when I said I thought I had an orgasm. It contained a large, sunken jet tub that was big enough for at least four people, a large glass-encased walk-in shower, and a huge counter with double sinks. The entire bathroom was done in beige marble and decorated to perfection.

“He didn’t decorate this house, did he?” I asked.

“No. Mr. Parker hired an interior decorator to decorate as he built the home.”

“How long has he lived here?” I asked out of curiosity.

“About five years. Come with me, and I’ll show you the rest of the home.”

Jenna led me to the kitchen as we walked through the house, and orgasm number two happened. This kitchen was a chef’s dream, with double ovens, a double stove, a large granite island that sat in the center, and the biggest stainless-steel refrigerator I’d ever seen. I could see many elegant meals being prepared here. The dark cherry wood cabinets and moldings graced the entire kitchen, framing a large bay window with a cushioned seat overlooking the ocean.

After the tour, we stepped outside into the backyard. The view, the tree-lined area, the infinity pool, the hot tub, and many furnishings were all unbelievable.

“If you go down those steps right there,” Jenna pointed to the side, “they will lead you down to the beach.”

“This is beautiful. Truly beautiful.”

“I know. It’s an honor to work here.” She smiled.

I looked up to the second story and noticed the wraparound balcony. “What’s up there?”

“That floor is where Mr. Parker’s bedroom and home office are.”

I arched a brow at her. “His bedroom and office is the entire floor?”

“Yes. That floor is off-limits. Nobody is allowed up there unless you have permission from Mr. Parker.”

“And you?”

“I have to clean up there, so I’m pretty much the only one allowed.”

“I see. I have a question. Is Mr. Parker uptight?”

She let out a light laugh. “Yes. Just a bit.”

“Great. Well, at least he’s never home. So, I won’t see him much, right?”

“Correct. He does pop in during the day every once in a while. As for evenings, I really don’t know. I leave every day at five. He is a very social man who spends a lot of his time at charities and events, so he’s really not home much.”

“What a waste to have a house like this and never be able to enjoy it.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Mr. Parker said to make yourself comfortable. Plenty of food and beverages are in the refrigerator if you’re hungry.”

“Thank you, Jenna.”

“You’re welcome, Miss James.”

“No formality. I hate formalities. Call me Emerson.”

“All right, Emerson. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Alex

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