There were no more staff members or

There were no more staff members or servants down the wing that Arturo took her. It was completely in the opposite direction of her own room on the west end of this huge mansion. She didn’t know if there was any significance to that, other than the fact that Arturo might not want her hanging around after the deed was done. He’d probably send her scampering back to her room once he had his way with her.
Even if he turned out to be not the cuddling type, Isla was going to have to make it clear she wasn’t the sort of girl who got shooed away so easily.
She’d thought she could at least walk on her own, but he didn’t seem overly interested in letting go of her.
He wasn’t holding her hand. His strong fingers were clasped tightly around the bones of her wrist. She seriously thought she might be losing some blood flow there, but there was no way in hell she was about to complain about it to him.
For one thing, he might not let her go anyway. For another, he might let her go. He might let go of her wrist, and then he wouldn’t be touching her anymore. She didn’t want that.
Her heartbeat raced in her chest, sending blood and heat rushing through her, especially when they stopped in front of a thick wooden door.
This couldn’t be nerves. She wasn’t entirely nervous. She’d already made peace with her decision. So what was this? Why was she so… breathless?
Arturo opened the door to his room, stepped inside, and then held it open for her. He seemed to be waiting for something.
She blinked, understanding dawning on her in that moment.
Oh, right. Idiot. She stepped into his bedroom, and the door closed softly behind her.
Isla took two more steps inside, looking around, and she blew out a long breath. “This is your room?”
“Yeah, I sleep here,” he said, as though it wasn’t a big deal at all.
Holy shit, the house she’d grown up in could fit in this place.
Well, probably not entirely, but she was willing to bet it wasn’t much of a stretch.
The ceiling was high, higher than it probably should have been. It probably took up a whole other floor of this massive house. The windows were just as high, floor to ceiling, with what looked like a glass door built into the larger, arched glass that led out to a lit patio. The area she was in now looked more like a private sitting room. There was a leather couch, a love seat, and a matching reading chair off to her right. The reading chair was next to the fireplace, which was burning brightly, while the couch and love seat were placed around a large, square, glass coffee table, which sat in front of a flat screen television.
The thing she found the most strange about that was how utterly normal it looked. No projector popping down from the ceiling, and the TV wasn’t so huge that it took up the entire wall, though it probably still cost a couple grand.
She walked over to the high-backed leather chair. Bookcases lined the walls. They were the sort that were made of dark, heavy wood, and not something put together from IKEA.
Jane would drool at the sight of bookcases like these. The woman was constantly complaining that she needed more wall space for her books. Well, these would definitely do the trick. Isla would need a step-ladder just to see what was on the top shelves.
Then she looked down at the fire, frowned, and realized what it was.
“Is this a real fire?”
“Of course, what else would it be?” Arturo asked, moving toward the other side of the sitting room, through an open doorway that had no door, where she just noticed a king-sized bed, neatly made with blue sheets, waited for her.
She and Arturo were totally going to do it on that bed. Holy shit. Even coming to this house hadn’t made this seem as real as looking at that bed.
He stripped out of his suit jacket, and when he turned, he was undoing the buttons of his shirt, slowly, casually, as though this was as normal as could be, as though they were already long-time lovers and had nothing to hide from each other.
Isla’s mouth went desert sun dry. Did that make any sense? She totally didn’t care, especially when that amazingly beautiful chest was revealed to her as Arturo tossed his white button down onto the floor like cheap Walmart clothes instead of something that had probably cost him hundreds, if not thousands of dollars.
He stood before her bare chested, and holy abs, the only thing missing from this picture to make him look like a contestant for Mr. Universe was a Speedo and some oil to really give those muscles some shine.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t that big, but it was still a sight to behold, nonetheless.