Building Home by Samantha Skye

Author:Samantha Skye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samantha Skye

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ISABELLE

He walks out of the bathroom and closes the door, leaving me wanting.

God, this man does everything to me, and although my body is shaking and cold, I clench my thighs together to help me reduce the swelling he causes. I do as he says and peel the wet clothes from my body, and once naked, step into his shower.

I breathe out a sigh at the feeling of warmth I have now. I am surrounded by warm water and steam. As the water runs down my hair, I rub my hands against the glass to clear the fog, so I can survey the room. It is extremely masculine, very Jake. Dark colors, with a large mirror taking up most of one wall. There is a huge bathtub, beautiful cabinetry, holding towels and bath amenities, and gorgeous, dark floor tiles which are heated underneath. The room is large, the tub is huge, and to be honest, I don’t think I have ever seen a shower this big before. Everything is supersized, just like the man himself.

In my line of work, I have been to some extravagant homes and venues, but from the quick glimpse I have had of Jake's cabin this morning, I already know it is unique and extremely luxurious. It puts my cabin to shame.

My body temperature is starting to balance out, and I have washed all the blood away from my knees and face. Turning off the taps, I step out and quickly dry myself. I get a whiff of his scent; it is intoxicating, but before I can get too carried away, I wrap the towel around my body and open the door.

As promised, there are clean, fresh clothes on his bed. A navy t-shirt and grey sweatpants sit in perfect folded piles. I look at them and laugh. There is no way I can wear his clothes. He is huge, and they will fall right off me.

The cabin now feels extremely warm. I suspect Jake has the fire roaring and perhaps additional heating now on, wanting to keep me comfortable. So, I put on his large t-shirt that is on the bed for me, which I swim in, and it stops right at my knees. I pick up the sweatpants that are on the bed and don't even bother; no amount of rolling the waist will make them stay up.

I survey the room. Once again, it is large, the bed is huge, with blankets and pillows in soft coffee colors. The bed itself is made of a dark gloss timber; it is masculine, very fitting for a man who lives in the woods. There are no photos, though, no little touches of personality anywhere; it is beautiful, but simple at the same time.

With nothing else to wear, I quickly towel dry my hair and walk out of the room to find Jake. I hear him down the stairs in the kitchen, so I take my time looking around the hallway upstairs. I see what looks like a pretty hardcore office.

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