scattered and now interrupted as I am brought back from my daydreaming by,
YOUR DESTIATION IS ON YOUR LEFT!
Tristan pulls into the driveway and parks by the front door. I get out digging in my purse for my keys, Tristan gets out of the car twirling my keys.
“ Looking for something?” he walks over to me at a glacial pace, I look up at him, that killer sexy smile of his makes me smile. shut the damn thing off will ya! I grab the keys from him open the door and turned off the alarm, I leave my purse and keys on the entry hall table, I look back at him with hands in his pocket rocking on his Gucci loafers.
“Tristan come in please” he follows me in and just looks around I start turning on lights and he looks amazed, as he enters my home and looks around at my oasis.
M y home it’s a huge old Victorian, with fifteen foot ceilings, arched doorways, a cherry and white winding staircase that takes you up to the second floor where all four bedrooms are and of course my killer closet, more on that later.
The parlor with the original working fireplace, houses the television, the room is filled with big comfy chairs, a huge sofa that you just want to sink into and of course my collection of books and fashion magazines that flank the walls, built in book cases that are behind the bar, the floor to ceiling windows are all dressed in champagne and gold. The huge mirror that enriches the fireplace is over one hundred years old, the mantel is adorned with family photos and to the right of course my father’s bass which is still in the corner as he left it.
My formal dining room is palatial; it’s long and narrow with a huge Persian rug that anchors an oval cherry table which seats eight to twenty. All the floors are original, I had them stripped and restored to their grandeur right down the gold inlay that frames a boarder around the room. The walls are all cream and champagne, the huge floor to ceiling bay-window is where the grand piano lives. And on the wall as you first come in is my MONA LISA that I bought when I was in college on my first trip to Paris on a school field trip.
The state of the art kitchen I did in a French theme, the floor looks like cobblestones, its coral, cream and slate title reminded me of the cobblestone in France. The huge mural over the bistro table is of a corner café in Paris, the window seat has pillows and drapes that invite you to sit and read while you enjoy a croissant.
I love to cook and entertain a lot so I wanted a kitchen you feel comfortable in that is cozy inviting and warm. The cherry French cabinets adorn the walls and the pantry houses the refrigerator and all my kitchen gadgets and small appliances.
“Do you live here all alone?” Tristan asks as he enters behind me.
“Just me and Mon a!” he looks at me puzzled as I point to the gold framed image of the Mona Lisa as she greets everyone as they enter the dining room.
Tristan glances over to the picture and then looks back at me with his playful grin.
“So your roommate is framed, and you’re fit to be tied?” yes he is funny I will give him that, his humor also knows no bounds he has always been the closer, with charm and sexy banter as his key weapon, I was forever under his spell.
This time not so much an effect as just a shock, I look at him and shake my head always quick with the wit this arrogant son of a bitch will be as challenging as ever as I take a deep breath.
I turn on some lamps and walk into the parlor over to the bar and grab the bottle of grey goose, Tristan just watches me move about. I answer his unasked question.
“ Why stop now, at least I’m home right? You want a drink?”
“U m …I think I had enough”
“S uit yourself Tristan”
“D on’t you think you’ve had enough?” I look over at him and my reply is more for shock value than anything.
“I want more than enough !” well shock is not what I am looking at, damn it’s that sexy smile of his that he is giving me, complete
YOUR DESTIATION IS ON YOUR LEFT!
Tristan pulls into the driveway and parks by the front door. I get out digging in my purse for my keys, Tristan gets out of the car twirling my keys.
“ Looking for something?” he walks over to me at a glacial pace, I look up at him, that killer sexy smile of his makes me smile. shut the damn thing off will ya! I grab the keys from him open the door and turned off the alarm, I leave my purse and keys on the entry hall table, I look back at him with hands in his pocket rocking on his Gucci loafers.
“Tristan come in please” he follows me in and just looks around I start turning on lights and he looks amazed, as he enters my home and looks around at my oasis.
M y home it’s a huge old Victorian, with fifteen foot ceilings, arched doorways, a cherry and white winding staircase that takes you up to the second floor where all four bedrooms are and of course my killer closet, more on that later.
The parlor with the original working fireplace, houses the television, the room is filled with big comfy chairs, a huge sofa that you just want to sink into and of course my collection of books and fashion magazines that flank the walls, built in book cases that are behind the bar, the floor to ceiling windows are all dressed in champagne and gold. The huge mirror that enriches the fireplace is over one hundred years old, the mantel is adorned with family photos and to the right of course my father’s bass which is still in the corner as he left it.
My formal dining room is palatial; it’s long and narrow with a huge Persian rug that anchors an oval cherry table which seats eight to twenty. All the floors are original, I had them stripped and restored to their grandeur right down the gold inlay that frames a boarder around the room. The walls are all cream and champagne, the huge floor to ceiling bay-window is where the grand piano lives. And on the wall as you first come in is my MONA LISA that I bought when I was in college on my first trip to Paris on a school field trip.
The state of the art kitchen I did in a French theme, the floor looks like cobblestones, its coral, cream and slate title reminded me of the cobblestone in France. The huge mural over the bistro table is of a corner café in Paris, the window seat has pillows and drapes that invite you to sit and read while you enjoy a croissant.
I love to cook and entertain a lot so I wanted a kitchen you feel comfortable in that is cozy inviting and warm. The cherry French cabinets adorn the walls and the pantry houses the refrigerator and all my kitchen gadgets and small appliances.
“Do you live here all alone?” Tristan asks as he enters behind me.
“Just me and Mon a!” he looks at me puzzled as I point to the gold framed image of the Mona Lisa as she greets everyone as they enter the dining room.
Tristan glances over to the picture and then looks back at me with his playful grin.
“So your roommate is framed, and you’re fit to be tied?” yes he is funny I will give him that, his humor also knows no bounds he has always been the closer, with charm and sexy banter as his key weapon, I was forever under his spell.
This time not so much an effect as just a shock, I look at him and shake my head always quick with the wit this arrogant son of a bitch will be as challenging as ever as I take a deep breath.
I turn on some lamps and walk into the parlor over to the bar and grab the bottle of grey goose, Tristan just watches me move about. I answer his unasked question.
“ Why stop now, at least I’m home right? You want a drink?”
“U m …I think I had enough”
“S uit yourself Tristan”
“D on’t you think you’ve had enough?” I look over at him and my reply is more for shock value than anything.
“I want more than enough !” well shock is not what I am looking at, damn it’s that sexy smile of his that he is giving me, complete
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