Chapter 6

We pull ourselves together when Brian says that we are close to his house. I roll down the window to get some air and notice that the neighborhood we are in is beyond beautiful. All the houses are nicely spaces and freaking huge. Definitely not something in used to coming from a trailer park in Alabama.

"These houses are amazing, Brian"

The car comes to a stop in the drive way of the last and biggest house. Tim comes around and opens the door.

"Brian, your house is gorgeous."

I look at the house up and down in awe. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about being here. Feeling like the help, my hands tug on my greasy work clothes while he isn't looking.

"Thank you, I try" He says in a nonchalant way.

I look back at him, making a face. Even though he doesn't catch my gesture, Brian sees the apprehension all over my face. Frowning at my uncomfortableness, he stares down at me. "I don't care if you work at a diner, Amber. You shouldn't either. Everyone has to make a living"

As I force a small smile, he takes my hand to lead me to the door.

Tim opens the door and I have to keep my mouth from hitting the floor. As soon as I walk in, there is a double stair case and in between you can see straight to the backyard and pool.

To the left there is a grand dining room and to the right, a formal living room. 'The White Room' as Brian says while taking me on a tour.

"The White Room is off limits. It's just for show."

"I know."

He looks at me with a raise eyebrow.

"A lot of families in the south have formal living rooms that no one sits in. It's just to make the house look good."

"Well you know a lot more about houses than I thought"

"Just because I'm from Alabama doesn't mean I'm dumb, Brian" I say as I walk in the kitchen and admire the oak wood cabinets and granite counters.

"I didn't say you were dumb. Why would you think that?" He comes behind me and wraps his hands around my waist.

"Everyone thinks I'm dumb here. I don't say much because no one is going to take me serious. I was dumb enough to let a charming guy talk me into moving here at 19 then he dumped me with nothing." I shake my head.

He tightens his grip around me.

"I'm really smart though. I graduated high school a year early with a 3.5 GPA. I had dreams of becoming something other than a waitress, but I fell in love with the wrong guy with a really nice truck." I laugh off the seriousness.

Brian kisses the back of my head.

"I know you're smart and you should follow your dreams. Whatever they may be" He turns me around to face him.

"Thanks and ironically, I like to bake. Sometimes Margie lets me back in the kitchen a hour before closing. She usually ends up taking the finishing product home with her." I smile at the thought. I like how interested Brian is when I'm talking.

It makes me feel important.

"Maybe you can bake something for me one day"

I smile "Yeah, maybe I can."

He kisses me and pulls me in to him closing off the space that was between us. I push him back and pat his chest. "whoa now, you should show me the rest of the house, Mr. Stevens"

He groans.

"And plus I really want to get out of these clothes and shower."

His eyes light up when I say shower. Sneaky pervert. "Well let's go Ms. Johnson"

Brian takes my hand and leads me up the staircase. I feel so out of place and uncomfortable. I've never been in a house this nice in all my life. I almost don't want to touch anything. Upstairs, we pass two doors, one he say is a guest room, the other is just an empty room. He can afford to just have empty rooms.

We get to the end of the hall with two double doors. He turns the handle and opens it dropping my bag by the door.

"Wow. This room is huge." I look around and take it all in.

The walls are royal blue and the ceiling is a silver grey with white crown molding. The bed is king size with royal blue bedding and grey silver throw pillows. The curtains are also silver grey. There is a white fire place burning and a large mirror above it. Two royal blue chairs are in front of the fire place.

"I take it your favorite colors are silver and blue"

He chuckles leads me into the bathroom. He flicks on the light and I nearly faint. The whole bathroom is Dark brown oak with a white marble bathtub, sink, and shower.

"I think I'm in love with this bathroom"

"I'm glad you like" He turns on the bath water and pours bubble liquid in. Then turns to me and starts unbuttoning my uniform.

I stand there quietly and nervously as he pops the buttons one by one then slides the dress off letting it hit the floor. Swallowing my nerves, I kick my shoes off and slide them together with my foot.

Brian turns me around and unhooks my bra and slides my panties off. I look at him in the mirror as he undresses me. I try not to let my face turn red, but I'm sure I'm failing miserably. Only one man has ever seen me naked. Well now two. As he stares at my bare body, my fists clenched fighting the urge to cover myself.

"Beautiful" He smirks.

Once I'm completely naked, he takes my hand as I climb in the bathtub. The water is a little hot, but it feels wonderful as I sink down in it.

"I have to go down to my office and make a few calls so you relax and I'll be back momentarily" He dims the lights and walks out.

Silence falls over the room. The bathroom begins to steam up and I can see steam rising off my skin. I lean my head back against the tub and close my eyes.

Dosing off, I wake up to a hand on my thigh. I fight back a flinch reminding myself where I am. When I open my eyes and see Brian kneeling on the side of the tub, I smile.

"Hey beautiful" he says as he strokes my inner thigh.

He stands and takes off his clothes. His body is a work of art. Very tone and lean and oh my Lord. I get my first glimpse of his penis. I suck in air, surprised at the size and girth.

Mmm, sweet Lord, this man is freaking sexy.

"Slide forward please" He orders, ignoring my intrigued facial expression, but I notice the corner of his mouth turn up as he climbs in behind me, pulling my back towards him.

I rest against him as he strokes my arms. Head resting against his shoulder, I start to fall asleep again, but Brian's voice bring me back.

"hmm?" I hum not hearing what he said.

He chuckles. "I said you work too hard"

"Oh...yeah I know, but it pays the bills and let's me have extra money to splurge on things" I say in my normal quiet tone.

"Splurge?"

I nod "I like to shop. So a small bit of my tips go to a splurge fund. When it adds up, I buy something a little expensive. Sometimes it's perfume or shoes or maybe just a night out with my best friend.

"That's nice. Some people take advantage of those little luxuries. You know that if you're with me, you will never have to worry about money" He mumbles into my ear as his finger tips stroke over my belly. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I let this man bring me to his home after knowing him for 1 day. Already he is talking is talking about spending money on me. I want to say no, but I don't have the energy to.

Breaking my thought, a deep yawn runs through me, so strong that it cause me to shiver. Yeah, I'm exhausted.

"I don't like seeing you so tired. It frustrates me" 1 full day of knowing me and even he knows that i work too hard. He wets my hair and sweeps it back.

"It was really hard at first, but I fell into a routine. I still remember 19 year old me crying in the diner bathroom because I had dropped a customer's plates" I snort still feeling embarrassed about it.

"Ahh, so that explains our first encounter." he murmurs still rubbing my head

"Yeah. I felt really bad for Amy. She reminds me a lot of myself, young and scared"

I yawn again feeling the tiredness overcome my body.

"Let's get you clean so you can get some sleep" Brian reaches for a body wash that smells enchanting taking his time washing my body then quickly washing his.

Once out of the bathtub, Brian dries us off and pulls one of his shirts over my head, ignoring the fact that I brought my own clothes.

"I wish you would let me wear my own pajamas" I smirk.

"Yeah, but I like you better in this. Now go get in bed" he turns me around and smacks my butt.

I yelp and walk over to the bed rubbing the sting away from my back side which didn't feel bad, it actually turns me on a little. Weird.

I climb in the middle of the very large bed and slide under the covers. A girl can get used to this. I watch as Brian slips on a pair of Ralph Lauren pajama pants and walks over to the bed.

"Do you want any juice or water before bed?" He pulls the covers back and tosses the throw pillows on the floor.

"No thanks, I'm good"

"Good" He shuts off the lights and climbs in bed.

Brian pulls me to him and I lay my head on his chest. I start to hear his heart beat. Steady and calm.

"I'm really happy you decided to come." he whispers as he rubs my back.

"You didn't really give me a choice, Mr.Stevens" I stroke his side with my thumb.

"You're right. I just know what I want and I want you. Now get some sleep"

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I fall asleep quickly in the arms of Mr.Stevens.

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