Don 3: Heart's Desire

Chapter 25

Don left to sleep, Roma could see he was utterly exhausted. It wasn't a sight she'd seen often. Piloting a jet for about 9 hours was apparently no piece of cake, she thought. Was there anything this man couldn't do? He insisted she'd make herself confortable and feel free to roam around and especially grab a bite to eat, then excused himself and she knew he'd be going to sleep.

The penthouse was quiet, it was almost scary. She could hear the fireplace, the place did need a bit of warming up, and now the fire was slowly dying on its own. She stared at it for a while then decided to go inspect the kitchen. Everything was so contemporary but at the same time so classic and tasteful that she really made a point to ask Don whether he'd had any contribution to it. She kind of already knew the answer, it was his style, all of it. It felt like an extension of Don's persona. She opened the fridge and wasn't surprised to see it stacked. She decided on some brie cheese and cantaloupe slices, along with a glass of wine she found was already opened and left to chill on the counter.

She could barely eat, the place was just too quiet. And the thought of Don sleeping in the guestroom sent chills down her spine. It was as if the lion was sleeping in his den and everything around him had to come to a halt.

She decided to stick to her room. She inspected it carefully and finally went for the closet. The walk-in closet. It took her breath away as she saw suits upon suits in different fabrics, shades, styles, dress shoes, loafers, dress shirts, casual shirts, jeans, belts... underwear. She couldn't help but inspect the underwear more closely. She resolved that his wardrobe alone must have cost him a fortune. But then, when she was about to exit the closet she spotted dresses, shirts, jeans, lingerie, shoes, everything a woman could desire in her own size and style, just near the entrance. He had lent her about a quarter of his closet. And that was a lot of space, considering the size of it. She gasped as she looked at every individual piece of clothing, awe-struck.
All of a sudden, she felt like chocking. This was all just too much. Sharing his closet like that felt like a huge deal. Sharing his bedroom like this was a huge deal! She gasped for air but it didn't reach her lungs.

She searched for the balcony door and walked into the crisp German air. She cooled off immediately but her mind was still lost in the daze of the last few days. It travelled overseas and got lost forever. She just knew it. And her heart? It was trapped in the lion's den.

It wasn't until 4 o'clock in the morning that she decided she should try and sleep, not wanting to be jetlagged the next day. She tried to find something comfy to wear to bed but Don had provided her with just satin or lace babydolls. Eventually she had to snatch a plain white t-shirt of his own and slide under the black Egyptian cotton bedding.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw something stare at her from atop the baldaquin. It took her a few moments to realize it was her own reflection. It was so typical of Don to have a mirror framed into his four poster king size bed, in which to stare at, at nights, contemplating world domination. Or just admiring himself as he made love to various women? She turned to lay on her chest, trying to dismiss that thought. Just how many women had visited that bed, she didn't want to know.

It must have been that thought on which she drifted to sleep, explaining bits of the nightmare she remembered as she woke up the next morning. Not knowing what time it was, she went to take a shower in Don's ridiculous marble bathroom. She wrapped herself in one of his black, D-embroidered towels, and stepped out of the bathroom and headed towards the closet to find herself something to wear, when she let out a scream as she jumped two steps back

'Good morning' Don gave her a dimpled smile as he secured his watch on his wrist

She tightened the towel around her 'I...'

'I'm sorry I startled you. I had to get dressed' he gave her a half smile

And so he had. She didn't even want to stare at him, but by the time she decided she wouldn't, she realized she already was staring.

He arched an eyebrow and she caught his smirk so she pointed out 'I like what you're wearing'

'What, this old thing?' he wrinkled his nose pinching the hem of his black dress shirt, loosening it and exposing more of his sculpted chest

'May I, then?' he gestured over to her side of the closet

She stared at him as he was going through the clothes, picking items for her to wear.

He picked a pair of skinny jeans and, surprisingly, a black satin dress shirt for herself as well.

'Looks familiar' she pointed out

'Why not? Since it pleases you' he smiled then bent and grabbed a pair of red pumps

'Whoa! What are these for?' she said as he handed them to hold in her free hand, the other holding the jeans and the shirt.

'They're to match with... these' he exclaimed victoriously as he pulled out of a drawer a matching red bra and panties.

All of a sudden she felt even more aware of her naked self beneath that towel, goosebumps forming on her skin.

'This pleases me' he gave her an intense look and placed the lingerie on her arm along with the other clothes.

She pulled them over the towel, to her chest as he got too close and made her feel uneasy

'Will you wear what I picked for you?' he stroked her arm with his index finger, watching his moves attentively

'Why?' she almost whispered

'I told you, it would please me'

She looked at him questioningly and he tilted her chin and ran his thumb over her bottom lip, seductively 'Even if I don't see you in all I've picked, just the mere thought of you wearing that lingerie underneath will give me great pleasure'

She lowered her gaze, as she felt her cheeks on fire. For a moment she thought he'd lean in and kiss her but then he withdrew and walked backwards and out of the closet, biting his lower lip, his look grave. It was only when she heard him shut the door behind him that she realized she'd been holding her breath.

Reluctantly, she got dressed and checked herself in the large mirror. She decided to tie her hair up in a messy bun and wear some mascara to go with the look. She had to admit she looked nice, but didn't even want to think about how Don knew her shoe size, and most importantly, her bra size. As she reached the bedroom door, she slowed down listening at the sound of what appeared to be a guitar. She tried to make out what it was but couldn't, so she stepped out. She wasn't expecting for one moment to see Don playing the guitar, sitting on the edge of the sofa.