Page 44 of Flame it Up

Pyrus chuckled. "Yes, I'm also excited to be home. It's nice to have your own space to go to at the end of a trip."

Before she could say anything, they pulled into an underground garage, and the driver parked. Pyrus wasted no time and grabbed her hand, pulling her out.

They walked across the garage to an elevator, and she froze. "What about my luggage?"

He gave her a smile. "My driver brought everything back when we were eating. It's already upstairs in the guest room." He pushed a button, and the doors swung closed. The elevator went up, and she watched as he bounced on his heels.

The doors swung open, and her eyes widened, taking in his place. Pyrus lived in a penthouse condo. The walls were white, and everything metal was black. It was very modern, with a large kitchen that opened to a huge living room with a fireplace.

Two glass double doors led straight out onto a balcony with a garden and a pool with a waterfall. It took her breath away.

Pyrus pulled her off the elevator, and she heard the doors shut, but she was too stunned.

"Wow," she said, doing a circle. "This is … amazing."

"Thank you, I thought so. Would you like a tour?"

"Yes." She nodded eagerly. She could see why he was excited to get home. If this was her home, she'd never want to leave either.

Pyrus took her into the kitchen, where she found a chef's fridge with a wine cooler next to it. There was a double oven for the perfect kitchen to cook in. She was jealous of the granite countertop and how pristine everything was.

The living room consisted of an oversized circular couch that sat opposite the fireplace and TV. It was warm, and even with the white and black, it still felt comforting. She couldn't deny that the house felt very homey. Everything around it made her feel like she could relax.

Pyrus pulled the doors open, and they stepped out into the night air. The garden had a few lights, but otherwise, it was lit up by the stars. The pool glowed, and the air was fresh. She could get used to something like this.

"You have a beautiful garden." She pointed at his flowers and bushes. Everything was neatly cut and trimmed.

"Thank you, I feel it adds a little more life to this place. I like my house to feel like my home. I spend so much time traveling that I feel there should be one place I know I can come back to and relax. Where I don't have to be anyone else."

She had never considered that. She always moved around and never thought about settling down in one place. She could say that was her parent's fault, feeling like she was never good enough to stay somewhere permanently.

As she looked around, she wondered why she hadn't. It seemed nice. "I've never done that, but it seems you really like it."

He gave her a smile. "I do. When you move so much, you lose the feeling of comfort after a while."

She understood that. She actually knew that feeling well.

She and Pyrus headed inside and up the spiral stairs to a loft with a second living room. Down a small hallway was a bedroom, and Pyrus allowed her to walk in first.

The room was a light gray color with a king-size bed and matching bedside tables. A small bathroom was to the right, with a view of the city on the opposite wall.

"This will be your room while you're here. All of this is for you to use. Bathroom, bedroom, and wonderful view."

She eyed her luggage at the foot of the bed and wondered if this was what home felt like. She could relax, and she felt content.

"If you want to freshen up, go right ahead. I was just about to head down for a little TV before bed."

She thought of the pool and that she wasn't ready to be done talking with him. She liked the time she had with him. She didn't want them to go their separate ways for the night.

"How about swimming?" she asked, turning to him. "Just for a little bit."

He looked at her and, after a moment, smiled. "I guess it's been over an hour since we ate. Why not."

He turned to the door. "I'll let you change, and I'll meet you down there."

He shut the door, and she took a deep breath in. She thought of her swimsuit and how it was probably still wet. She thought of her underwear and knew that she still had a nice pair with a matching bra.

She stripped down and put on the bra and underwear. She wanted to at least look a little sexy when seeing him and her one-piece wasn't what she wanted.

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