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A/n: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
She wasn’t too surprised though, as she’d spent the night after her strange interview reading about him on her laptop. The son of the Queen of the Porn industry was probably not real big on teaching her son proper manners. Neither was anyone else in his family from what she’d read of the key players in the incredibly powerful Olympus Inc. From what she’d gathered in the company forums, his showing up and taking a personal interest in the relocation process was actually normal. The upper management was literally an extended family and new employees were practically adopted. This made her feel a bit odd, having been away from her own family for so many years. She’d dropped emails to them about her change of city and vocation but her sisters had their own lives and families so there wasn’t much of a fuss.
The second thing she discovered was that while Eros was incorrigible in every way, he was a very astute businessman. It was like a switch flipped when they’d boarded the jet. He sat and opened his laptop and very seriously worked for some time on what she discovered by peeking as she went past him toward the bathroom, was a financial report for a club much like what I’d seen frequently at the Golden Arrow.
She ended up sitting in a cushy seat across from him, watching in undisguised fascination as he worked concentration on his face as well as intelligence. It was odd. She didn’t have to start working until the next day after she’d signed a million papers so she took the opportunity to peer out the window as the plane taxied up the runway. She waited to feel the wave of joy and anticipation that usually hit her when she was headed somewhere new but it didn’t. She sat waiting for it and ended up staring at him, blaming him for the let-down. Her feelings had been all off for the past few days and he was obviously the source of it.
“Is there a problem, Kiley?” His voice broke into her glower. He gave her a look of polite concern. She shook off her gloom. It wasn’t like she could explain to him that his attractiveness was ruining her flight.
“No.” She murmured and stared out the window again. They were accelerating, her favorite part of flying. She felt happy, but not giddy, but it would have to suffice. She smiled at the fluffy clouds.
“You like to fly?” He asked her, startling her. She’d assumed he’d gone back to his work. She nodded.
“I love it.” She admitted. He was quiet then and she glanced over to see a strange look in his eyes. It disappeared quickly though, when he ducked his head to pay attention to his work again. She shrugged it off, hoping this serious mood would last throughout the flight. It didn’t though. Not ten minutes later he snapped shut his laptop and pushed it aside and grinned at her.
“Wanna play ‘I spy’?” She sighed and thought longingly of escape hatches and parachutes.
"Well technically you are in a penthouse. Mine is the same layout directly above this one." He corrected her. She nodded sagely.
"Oh, well now it makes so much more sense." She said sarcastically. "Why am I in any penthouse? I'm not a penthouse person. I am a shoebox in the worst part of town person." He smiled and crossed to her, taking hold of her wrists and tugging her inside, bags coming along, as they were still being clutched by startled hands.
"Not anymore. I own you now fair and square and I say you are a penthouse person. It will be easier for me to annoy you with impossible tasks in the middle of the night if you're my neighbor and since I am most definitely not moving to a shoebox downtown, you'll just have to pretend you're a princess." He squeezed the tendons in her wrists making her drop her bags and jerk back from him.
"But I thought you lived in that big greekish mansion?" She protested futilely. He snorted.
"My mother lives in the mansion and ‘greekish’ isn’t a word. I live here where she can't spy on my every move." He corrected. "Now why don't you settle in? I'll be downstairs arguing with my Uncle Dion about why he's not allowed to sleep on my couch when he's drunk."
She nodded numbly as he left and then wandered her way across the huge living room full of posh white leather furniture. The room was decorated in a pristine white from the elaborate light fixtures to the deep shag carpet. Everywhere there were comfortable places to sit, all arranged loosely around the huge plasma screen TV and entertainment system. Directly opposite the entrance was door that, when opened, revealed a hallway with four doors on each side. The first on the right was a simple closet space, if a bit larger than normal closets. The next door down revealed a huge bathroom in soft ivories and beiges that were instantly soothing. There was a huge jacuzzi tub and an open air shower in the corner and a huge vanity of ivory marble. The walls were almost completely made of mirrors when not tiled around the shower and bath. It was beautiful and she suspected she would soon be grateful that she’d never worried too much about her appearance. All the mirrors would have put one of her sisters into a self-conscious hysteria.
She left the bathroom reluctantly and went back to the first door on the left. It led to a large office space complete with huge oak L-shaped desk on which rested a computer desktop with a huge flat screen monitor. There was another huge flat screen TV in there with some leather chairs and a table all in wood tones to match the forest green walls. There was on huge window on the far wall that gave a view of the city at dusk.
The next room over was bigger than her apartment in L.A. and it was only the bedroom. It was simply gigantic. What added to the feeling of hugeness was the fact that three of the four walls were made out of glass giving a spectacular view of the city. To the right of the door against the wall rested a huge iron posted bed with what looks like piles of furs and silk pillows all in shades of browns and reds. She had the impression that she'd sink into it and never return if she risked sleeping on it. On each side of it were two dark wood night stands, one with a fancy stereo set up. At the foot of the bed there was another flat-screen TV suspended and when she looked she saw it was rigged to serve as a high tech communications console, with a camera mounted on it for video conferencing.
"Oh good, I was worried about being able to make calls in my sleep." She snarked to herself. Instead of a closet there was a huge dark wood old fashioned wardrobe and a few full matching bookcases. As in the living room the rest of the space was filled with comfortable looking cushion and couches but there was a theme of posh velvets and dark furs to the place. The carpet was deep thick wine red shag and the one wall was dark beige. The draperies tied open around the entire room were heavy red velvet with gold fringe.
Overall the room gave me the impression of a roman emperor's tent on the battle front. Posh and luxurious with an air of impermanence lent by the windows. Further explorations revealed that the far glass wall had a sliding door that opened onto a covered balcony. She left the door open to the cool breeze and returned inside. She then gave in to temptation and kicked off her shoes and took a flying leap onto the huge bed and laughed delightedly as she sunk into the thick furs and blankets and soft mattress. She knew then and there that leaving my bed every morning was going to be a very difficult test of will power.
Kiley relaxed and fell to staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell she’d gotten such an awesome job where she could live in one of the most posh hotels in New York in a
Penthouse no less. She wondered how long it would be before she got the inch to move on this time but until then, "This is just...sweet,” she decided.
