GoodReadJeffery brought Karen back to his place instead of hitting up a hotel. He always thought hotels were more like hookup joints, and that just wasn't the vibe he was aiming for with Karen.
Standing at the front door of his townhouse, Karen peered inside, then spun around to fix Jeffery with a questioning stare.
"Why'd you bring me here?" She half-expected them to make a beeline for a hotel or something.
But here they were, smack in the middle of Eldorria City's swanky suburbia. If she wasn't mistaken, this chic townhouse was Jeffery's own pad.
"You're not expecting... you know?" she quizzed him, leaving Jeffery momentarily at a loss for words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a press of his fingerprint, the door unlocked and he gestured inside, "Come on in." Hesitant, Karen finally stepped through the door into a dwelling that oozed luxury and was strikingly similar to a fancy hotel lobby.
Polished marble sculpted into high-end decor, furniture that screamed 'l cost a fortune," and a chandelier so massive that its crystals dazzled the eyes.
The place was every bit the peacock nest that fit a man like Jeffery.
Karen deduced in a matter of seconds that the guy must've brought home his fair share of company. It was a perfect way to flaunt wealth and make any woman think that if she played her cards right, she could snag a permanent spot in this haven, without the need for impersonal hotel rooms. After all, a home came with all the bells and whistles and the comfort of familiarity.
"Come in," Jeffery urged, noticing she was still hovering near the entrance. He approached and presented her with a pair of fresh Chanel slippers.
Even if Karen wasn't rolling in dough, she knew the brand.
"No thanks, I'll go barefoot,” she declined, feeling unworthy of the extravagantly priced footwear.
"They're brand new. My mom bought them but never wore them," Jeffery explained as he sensed her hesitation. His narrow eyes crinkled with a smile, "Relax, you're the first girl I've ever brought here." Karen rolled her eyes without thinking twice.
"How many times have you said that line?" "What line?" "You're the first girl I've brought here," she mimicked, shrugging. "Bet you've told every girl that, haven't you?" Jefferys face knotted up in frustration, "This is my home! Why would | just bring any girl here? My folks swing by from time to time!" His rendezvous with women were always elsewhere, definitely confined to the anonymity of hotel rooms.
"Ha, and yet here | am," she retorted.
nn "Whatever, it's none of my business," Karen waved her hand dismissively. She had been tired of his excuses. "Which room?" she asked directly.
Karen looked at him with increasing impatience, "Say it, Mr. Turner, I'm really in a hurry! My parents are supposed to call me later!" "Straight ahead to my bedroom." Jeffery was worn out by her. As she walked towards the bedroom barefoot, Jeffery sighed and picked up the Chanel slippers, trailing behind her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a night cooped up in the car, and the long haul from Swevia Country without a wink of rest, he was genuinely exhausted.
As Karen swung open the door, to her surprise, Jeffery's bedroom lacked the opulence of the rest of the house. It was definitely a guy's room, with a simple palette of blacks, whites, and grays.
She glanced at the bathroom sink and noticed just one toothbrush. Just one. And one set of towels. It seemed to confirm that, at least for now, he didn't have a long-term bedfellow.
Without another word, Karen started to undress. She was eager to get this over with.
But as she slipped off her jacket and reached for her blouse, Jeffery stood up and reached out to stop her.
"You're in that much of a hurry to leave?" he asked.
"Of course! What, am | supposed to settle in and start a romantic life with you?" she fired back with a hint of sarcasm.
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