Page 12 of Final Chance At Love (Chance At Love Duet 2)

I chuckled. “Done,” I said. “I’ll find a contractor who will cut this section of your house and move it to my place. I’ll have it fit somewhere in my yard.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting my face to his towering frame. He bent his head and laid a feather light kiss on my lips. I pressed my body against his, and just like that, the library was forgotten. This man had a crazy power over me. I should run scared, not pressing myself against him. With his hand on the nape of my head, he controlled the kiss, and I loved every second of it. He was an addictive man, my own personal brand of heroine.

“Mr. Baldwin,” the butler’s voice reached my ears, and I quickly stepped away from Kristoff, a blush coloring my cheeks. Kristoff never looked away from me, his eyes locked on my embarrassed gaze. “My apologies…” the butler added.

Oh shit, now the butler knows we were making out.I felt like a teenager that got caught making out with her secret boyfriend.

“Mr. Baldwin, the bedroom next to yours has been freshened up for Miss Rose, and all her belongings are there too”.

“Thank you, James.” Kristoff did not seem flustered at all.

“Yes, thank you very much,” I added and glanced his way a bit embarrassed. He seemed kind, and his expression did not let on that he saw anything.

“My pleasure,” he answered with a gentle smile; small lines highlighting his years crinkled around his eyes. He turned away leaving us behind in the library.

“We better start getting ready,” I told Kristoff.

Kristoff didn’t move, his arms pulling me back closer to him again.

His face was so close to mine, I could smell the sweet mint on his breath. I closed the distance, gently brushing my tongue against his lower lip, and he opened, his warmth welcoming, invading all my senses. My heart fluttered, and my knees became weaker. His hands tightened on my back, drawing me closer.

Slow down,my mind whispered the warning but I felt too high to hear the reason. As if he heard it, he stopped abruptly. I fluttered open my heavy eyelids to stare at him. He brushed his fingers against my cheek in a light touch.

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured against my lips, my gaze locked with his. I wasn’t sure what he meant, or if the question was even meant for me. Before I could understand, he pulled back.

“You are right.” He mustered. “We should get ready.”

I nodded although I still felt in a bit of a haze, and hand in hand, I followed him out of the library and up the grand staircase to a bedroom his butler mentioned earlier.

“If you need anything,” he stated, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll be right next door. Your bag is already on the bed.”

“Thanks.”

He left me in his guest room to get ready and I looked around. Everything I saw so far in Kristoff’s house screamed money. This room was probably double the size of my bedroom, and my bedroom wasn’t small by any means. A large, king-size bed sat in the middle of the room with my bag on it.

I walked over to it, pulling out the toiletries and clothes for tonight. I glanced around me, looking for a bathroom door. There were several of them, so I went to the first one on my right and opened it.

I peeked in and saw Kristoff taking off his unbuttoned white shirt, reaching to unbuckle his belt. His eyes snapped to me in surprise.

“Oops,” I gasped embarrassed. “Sorry, I thought maybe this door led to the bathroom.”

Gees, I felt like a voyeur. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he smiled. “It’s the door on the left side.”

“Okay,” I answered and hurriedly shut the door before I was tempted to go to him and help him with his pants.

Finally, I found the bathroom and holy shit. It was more like a spa than a bathroom. There was a lounge chair in the middle of the room, where you could actually lay. Why would you do that? I had no idea. There was a glass door that led to the sauna, a vanity desk that covered the entire wall. I peeked in, feeling nosy.

“Wow,” I whispered. The one whole section of the vanity was exclusively for jewelry; drawers lined with soft material and locked by one key that was sitting in a keyhole. I couldn’t imagine anyone having that much jewelry. I thought of that beautiful emerald necklace he had gifted me for the fundraiser gala. My hand reached to my neck, my fingers feeling the necklace Kristoff gave me at Betty’s birthday party. I hadn’t taken it off since. I guess whoever Kristoff decided to settle with would surely fill these.

“Never mind that, Gemma,” I mumbled to myself and hurriedly jumped into shower.

Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and quite impressed with my timing. Until I got out of the bathroom and Kristoff was waiting for me sitting on a loveseat, typing on his phone. I assumed he was probably working.

He raised his eyes, and he took a deep breath, a shock evident on his face.

“Holy fuck, Gemma,” he breathed out.

“That bad?”

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