The house was huge, the colors were natural and the house looked if it was built of stone rather than blocks. There was a massive door and huge windows. Around the house were various fruit trees and a little pond ringed with cobble stones, it looked like the one I had seen at my brother’s home, which held many exotic fish.
Miles opened my door and we walked to the door. This house look amazing. “Okay, Miss Mohammed, here we are.” Miles revised and beamed at me, “I hope everything is to your liking.” Miles was the driver and the live-in butler. He’s a tall British boy with chestnut hair and blue eyes. He didn’t look older than twenty five.
“It’s beautiful Miles.”
“Your room is on the third floor, first door on the left. Also, Mr. Santos has requested you to dine with him tonight at eight. Should I confirm it with him?” he asked pulling out his phone.
“That would be lovely. Thank you Miles.” I said sweetly, “would I be required to cook?”
He replied, “No Ma’am. He said that he would take that upon himself. Are you excited to meet him?”
“I’m a little nervous but I really want to know who this Mr. Santos is.”
“He’s great. You’ll love him. Well, I should take my leave,” he bowed and exited through the double doors that looked like they belonged on some ancient castle. I stared in awe, it was a beautifully decorated house.
The main room, where we came in, was large and very spacious. It had two spiraling staircases on either end of the room, heading up to the other floor. Both stairs were barred with a fancy array of swirls and leaves of gold. The steps were golden tiles with simple flowers and swirls in white as the pattern. The floor of the room, however, was tiled with black tiles with the same floral pattern but instead of white, it was a red. There was a chaise lounge and coffee table, the only furniture in the room, both of which complemented the tiles well. Whoever was the decorator, obviously had excellent taste in style and color.
I headed up the stairs to the next floor. I passed several rooms and another staircase that led to the next floor. I was in awe of his house, it was so beautiful.
I entered my bedroom and dropped my bag on the floor as I caught sight of the décor. The room itself was bigger than the main room! The room was painted in a dark red, the floor was tiled in gold and the ceiling was a giant mirror. The bed was big, with spiraled bedposts and a huge designed headboard. It was made up with red satin sheets and almost a dozen red plump pillows. There was a door which I opened to show a walk in closet as big as the room itself. There were numerous windows and also a door in the far corner that led to a veranda of some sorts.
I sat at the end of the bed and with a sigh, laid back onto the soft pillows, the mirror was somehow a magnifier, enlarging the image below. Erotic thoughts crept into my mind and I let my mind wander and closed my eyes…
“Oh damn!” I exclaimed as I checked the time. I had half hour to get ready. After a brisk shower and a hurried change into my dress I walked down to the first floor.
When I entered the dining room Miles was standing at the table. He said, “Good evening, ma’am. Mr. Santos said he would be late, something came up with work. Would you like me to fetch something for your meal?”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary Miles. I shall wait for him to return home. Thank you though.” I smiled sadly and took a seat, laying my head on my folded hands which rested on the table. Man, was I tired.
“Alright ma’am. Well I am going to my room, if you need anything feel free to call...”
“Okay, Miles. Thank you…” I muttered sleepily and closed my eyes...
