Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 4

Tiffany's POV

After his terrible joke about poisoning me, we eat in silence. When we were finished Bradley insisted we left the plate on the table, Mrs. Child would pick them up. It was a bit of culture shock for me. My parents thought me to clean up after myself, but then again, we never had a housekeeper. Our house wasn't big enough for that and we weren't rich enough to have one.

"Let's get you settled in." Bradley stood from his chair, "I'm sure you'd appreciate an indoor tour of the place so as not to get lost."

I want a tour so I can know how to escape.

I stood and followed a few feet behind him. We exited the dining room, which let to the library. I stared in awe at the entrance of the room. It was beautiful. The room was decorated in rich shades of earthly colours. There were two large sofas in the centre of the room. The wooden bookshelves straight from one side of the room to the other in a 'U' shape.

"This is the library. It has books that are dated as far as the 16th century,"

"Like Romeo and Juliet?" I asked, looking at him. There were at least hundreds of book here, they might even have Shakespeare.

He looked at me, surprised then smiled, "Yes. We actually have the first edition."

Wow

"Do you have 'As you like it'? I never got around reading it. I couldn't find it anywhere." I am unapologetically a Shakespeare head. His writing was superb.

He walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book. He lifted the book to show me the cover. "They have almost all of Shakespeare's plays. Victoria, my uncle's wife, was a librarian and she's an avid reader."

"Great. I can't wait to read them while in prison." Okay, so maybe staying her won't be so bad. I can escape after reading, 'As you like it'.

"I never pinned you as the reading type."

I looked at him and smirked, "Oh, really? What type do you pin me for?" Was he going to bring up race in this conversation? Many racist think that black people are airheads is he won of them?

He shrugged, "Well, not someone who enjoys reading Shakespeare."

"Hmm.." So he didn't bring him anything about my race, but that doesn't mean he wasn't thinking about it.

"Come, let's continue the tour." I followed him as he exited the library.

Across the hall from the library was the drawing-room, a beautifully proportioned room, which had obviously during the Georgian era: the high, moulded ceiling and elegant marble fireplace. The room was decorated in rich shades of brown, very similar to the library.

"This is the drawing-room," he stated. The room was filled with sofas that faced the fireplace, which also had a large flat screen tv above it. It was perfect for movie time with the family. "You don't really need to use this room since there is a tv in your bedroom. Let's continue."

I followed him once more.

"Mrs. Child stops working after dinner, so just in case you want a light night snack. Feel free to help yourself."

The kitchen had been completely modernised, but in a way that completely kept its traditional appeal. Mrs. Child must enjoy cooking in such a spacious and beautiful kitchen.

"Does Mrs. Child live far from here?" Maybe we weren't so far from civilisation after all.

"She lives on the property with her husband, Howard. He takes care of the property and the horses."