Ignite Me: Shards of Glass, Part One

by Mills, L. C.

  “I told you I had! So you like what you see so far?!” He seemed keen to impress me.

  I nodded. “I do, yeah, I like the layout a lot! So how many bedrooms are there cause I counted like four doors in this part of the apartment.” I was being nosey but I was intrigued.

  He lent against his filing cabinets, one leg slightly crossed over the other, relaxed. “It's a five bed apartment! I moved my room to the other end, when you see it you'll understand why!”

  I walked back out from behind his desk. “You like various tones of grey don't you! It's quite dark, but oddly feels warm!” I pulled a face. “It's very masculine.”

  He smirked. “Maybe it needs the female touch?!”

  I walked back over to where he was standing. “I dunno, it's your taste, so why change it! I actually like it, it's very you!”

  He smiled broadly. “Thank you! That's good to hear, so do you want a drink?!”

  I nodded. “Oh yes please! I'm quite thirsty now!” I was actually interested to see what his kitchen was like.

  “Ah, good! So I'll show you the kitchen and my bedroom for now! I don't want to bombard you with a whole whistle stop tour!” He squeezed my hand a little.

  “Oh, I get to see your room! Now this I'm looking forward to!” I grinned.

  “I can safely say I've never shown anyone my room before! Aside from family!” He was just as nervous as me only he was better at hiding it.

  “Kitchen first though, are you hungry at all?!” He smirked as he led me out of his office.

  We turned right and crossed the threshold into the second wing, the kitchen was the first room on the right hand side. It was huge. The counters were all slick black marble with wooden doors. The window let vast amounts of natural light in, but there were several hanging industrial style lamp shades. I stared in awe. It was fitted with a breakfast bar at one end and fridge freezer and oven with work tops at the other. It was still minimal, but it was lived in. He had mugs lined up along the wall and a row of glass tumblers nearest the tap.

  “I'm digging the fridge! I wish mine had an ice machine!” I traced my fingers over it as I studied the magnets on it. “Diggin the collection too!” I smiled.

  “Yeah Georgia buys me one each time she goes anywhere new!” He smiled, pulling open the fridge.

  “Water, soda, iced tea, iced coffee or hot drink?!” He waited for my answer.

  “Oh, I'll have a soda please! I've not had one for ages!” I studied the contents of his fridge. The top two rows were full of champagne bottles, the rest was full of everyday items.

  “Gifts from clients!” He indicated the bottles.

  I shrugged off the backpack it was starting to feel heavy on my shoulders, I placed it down on the floor. “We are totally gonna get drunk one day drinking a few of them!” I grinned impishly.

  He raised a brow. “I'll take you up on that offer! I think we'd have fun getting drunk!”

  I smirked and took the can of lemonade from his hands and un-popped the top. “I can he fun in many ways so I've been told!” I winked.

  “Oh, I know that!” He shut the door and took hold of my free hand. “Bring the drink with you! I'll show you my bedroom! I'm excited to see what you think of it.”

  “I'm sure I'll love it!” I grinned. I was pleased he wanted to show me. No one else had ever had that privilege.

  We walked back out of the kitchen and back into the hallway area that had two doors.

  “So my room is at the very end, the first room on the left is my study or as I like to call it my library and the second one is a TV lounge, as you pass into that area there is also a separate toilet.

  I studied the doors as we passed, his room door was closed, and it was much like the rest, a dark black wooden door with chrome handles. They were very high, the ceilings were vaulted giving the rooms a larger feel. I noticed air condition vents as we went, I wished my apartment had A/C.

  He pushed open the Central door to his room. “Welcome to my bedroom!” He grinned at me with a look that made my mouth go dry.

  We walked in and the first thing that took my attention was the huge wooden sleigh bed in the centre of the room. It was literally right in the centre. The end wall was made of glass and had flowing long white nets. I scanned the room, there was two doors leading off, I assumed one was a closest and the other was an en-suite bathroom. The room had slick black units in each corner with lamps made from what looked like deer skulls with the lampshade above the antlers, they were the most bizarre lamps I’d ever seen and I was suddenly thankful that I adored all the old Victorian taxidermy style decorations because otherwise they would have freaked me out. The walls were cream aside from the feature wall nearest the bed which matched the wallpaper back in the reception room only this was black and silver it matched the bedspread. There was a large painting at one end of the wall, a nude but tasteful.

  I took a breath in. “Wow, this is every inch you!” I smiled as I walked further in. I felt at home here, it was warm, and I could imagine waking up and stretching out next to him as the sunlight streams in. I smiled at the book shelf nestled up the corner with more curiosities sat upon its shelves.

  “I'm glad you like it! I had it arranged this was to take advantage of the glass wall!”

  I ran my fingers along the silk of his bedcovers and shivered involuntarily.

  “The bed was custom made, I like plenty of space to move around in, I also like the feel of silk against my skin.”

  I lost the ability to talk. I clenched wondering just how it would feel against mine.

  “Silk caresses you!” He said as he walked towards me. “It strokes your skin like no lover could ever manage!” He let a breath go.

  I could almost feel the tension between us crackle. I licked at my lips. “Oh.” I didn't have the capacity to say anything else.

  “Your eyes are wide and your cheeks are flushed! Tell me what you’re thinking” he stroked his hand down my cheek.

  I closed my eyes. “I'm wondering what the silk will feel like against my skin... How you'd feel against me...” I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything else.

  “Don't be embarrassed! I'm not! I'm pretty much thinking along the same lines!”

  I opened my eyes and smiled. “You have a very nice home, and I love all your bizarre decorations.” I grinned lopsidedly.

  He smiled. “We should eat now! We can talk, maybe if you want, you could stay the night, and I don't mean like that! If you don't feel comfortable sharing my bed there is four spare rooms to choose from! No pressure! I would just like your company. I will wait for as long as you need to be ready Evan.” He dipped his head and kissed my cheek softly.

  “Thank you, I don't mind sharing a bed with you, just don't assume anything! Let's just see how the evening go's!” I smiled. I had no issue with staying the night, I guessed he'd say as much. I just wasn't sure what I wanted. I knew he wanted me, but he was happy to wait and I was happy to just see how things went.

  “Sounds good to me! I figured we'd make pizza from scratch! Bond in the kitchen!” He grinned widely.

  I grinned at the idea of him cooking. “I'm up for that! I love homemade pizza! Don't they say cooking is sensual?!” I took a sip of drink. It was actually really bitter, but in a good way.

  “They do indeed! I like food, I like good food! Why order in when you can make food from scratch and know what's in it.” He took my hand. “Before we head off I'll show you the bathroom and walk in wardrobe!” He smirked and led me through the second door.

  “What do you think?!” He moved to my side so I could see.

  I glanced around. It was twice the size of my bathroom at home. The bathtub was the main feature, with an enclosed shower area at the back of the room. The bath had a step going up to it and a view over the tree tops of Hyde Park. It was beautiful.

  “At least you have frosted glass in the bottom section!” I laughed. “It's stunning! I love the tiles!”
The tiles underfoot where terracotta and the walls where a warm beige color. As I scanned the room I frowned focusing on the various items on the shelf near the bath, they looked like the same brands I had in my own bathroom. Why would he have a load of female items in his en-suite?

  “I hope you don't mind, but while I was in your bathroom earlier, I made a mental note of some of items you had and tasked Jones with going to fetch some in, I wanted you to feel at home! I guess I just wanted you to know I am serious.” He smiled, pleased with himself.

  I laughed. “Oh, I see. How on earth did you see any of that when you were in my bathroom for all of like a minute?!” I really didn't mind. I was pleased he wanted me to feel at home, I did find it a little odd that he had not only known the brands I used but had Jones go and get them. Did he ever get any time off?!

  “Oh, don't worry, he's been out to fetch worse than that before!” He smirked.

  I shook my head. “Like what?!” I let go of his hand so I could go and investigate the room.

  “You know just things!”

  He wasn't being very honest with me, but I didn't care too much because I didn't want to know, not deep down because it would just annoy me.

  “You could fit a soccer team in this tub!” I traced my fingers over the marble units. “Two sinks! His and hers?!” I winked at him as I investigated the rest of the room. He only ever used one sink because the glass of the other dish was perfect! The one he used had water marks on it from years of use.

  I wandered around studying various elements of the room. “I have a surprise for you in my wardrobe, do you want to see what it is?!”

  I nodded. “Sure!” I didn't quite get what would be a surprise for me, but I didn't mind him showing me.

  We walked back out into his room and paused outside the second door. I had come up with a few ideas. Only one made sense.

  “You had poor Jones go buy me clothes didn't you?! When he got me that jacket!” I shook my head. It didn't freak me out because this was new to him. He'd probably bought stuff for his other women friends too, but me and him were different, he'd not given them to me they were simply added to his wardrobe like he expected me to stay regularly.

  He sighed. “Poor Jones as you put it, gets paid very well for that kinda task and as it happens, I did the shopping online myself. I just had the department store rush it through for me! I know the manager, she owed me a favor!”

  “Oh, I see.” I pushed open the door. “Once more into the unknown!” I grinned.

  I liked exploring. It was a bit of a rush to see what would be behind the door. As we walked in. I blinked as lights popped on. There were no windows in here, they'd been blacked out with rows of hanging racks and shelves. It was an impressive size. Black tiled floors with up lighters in them and white units and mirrors lined the room. I walked on, leaving Cameron stood near the open door.

  “Wow, you have an impressive collection of bow ties!” I loved a man in a bow tie.

  I pulled open the drawer and admired the many color coordinated bow ties. “There is nothing sexier than seeing a man in a good suit and a bow tie! Looks even better at the end of the night undone!”

  I heard him walking up behind me.

  “Which is your favourite?!” He said as he linked his arms around my middle.

  I leant back into him, as I looked to his collection. “That's hard! I like the silk maroon one, but I also really like the navy blue ones with the patterns! I just love men in bow ties! I bet you are so handsome in a tux!” I let a breath go.

  “I don't mean to boast, but I do look rather good in a tux!” I could almost hear the smirk in his tone.

  I scanned the room it went right down, he had more clothes than I did.

  “So would you like to see what I got for you? If you don't like them, I'll have them sent back, you can swap them or anything you like! I went with what I thought you'd like and what I know will flatter your figure!” He smiled. “It's down here just near the middle.” He took my hand and started to lead the way.

  As we reached the middle I stared open mouthed at a whole section bigger than my current wardrobe of women's clothes. “Are they all mine?! Holly molly!” I didn't know what to say.

  “Yes, they are! I quite like the idea of you having your own little corner up here, I can get a vintage dressing table brought in, and you can add your makeup and what have you!” He grinned from ear to ear.

  Oh wow, he's really thought this through.

  I was still catching up. He really was moving a lot faster than I was.

  “Too much too soon?!” He asked as his face dropped.

  I cursed my easy to read face as I tried to right myself. “No, and yes, kinda... I don't mind you buying me clothes, it's just your moving a little too fast for me! I mean I was with Sean for two years and he didn't even give me space in his closet!” I laughed.

  “Ah, right sorry, I was just getting excited!” He looked disappointed.

  “Don't make the puppy face! It feels like I've kicked a cute puppy!” I pulled a face.

  He deliberately pouted at me. “How could you kick a puppy? He was just getting carried away!” He grinned at me, he knew he was wearing me down.

  I laughed. “I can't ever be mad at you for too long when you do the puppy eyes! So am I allowed to look at what you so kindly bought me?!” I prayed I liked them because I was rubbish at concealing things from him, he just knew.

  “Please. Then the cute puppy would like very much to kiss you!” He raised a brow.

  “He's a very forward little puppy!” I bit my lip as I handed him my can of drink and walked over to look at what he'd bought.

  There was a set of skinny jeans in a whole range of colors, above them was some plain cotton T-shirts again with an array of colors. I moved them along the rail so I could see the other items more clearly. “Wow, these are actually what I'd pick!” I approved of the blouses, some even had tiny little skulls embroidered into the material. I wouldn't have picked the plain jumpers, but I actually liked them now I was looking at them. They were all designer. Not one thing was non label. I didn't mind the clothes it was just that he'd spent a small fortune on me. I looked at the shelf below and found vest tops folded neatly next to a pile of denim shorts.

  “Wow, you really covered all bases! Just so you know I really won't wear any of the baby pink things, hot pink I good with, baby pink not so.” I didn't want to sound ungrateful, but I'd never wear them.

  “Check the draw and the shelf under that! There is more! And noted on the baby pink, I just figured I'd see what you liked, how about I replace all the pink stuff with pastel blue?!”

  “Pastel blue and royal blue are good.” I pulled out the draw and felt my face burn with a blush seeing neatly folded panties and bras. “Oh my god... You really did think of everything!” I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

  “Sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you! I got carried away again, didn't I?!”

  He was so new at being in a relationship, maybe to him this was his standard normal behaviour but to me it was alien.

  I studied the underwear trying not to over think things. There was a whole range of matching sets from cotton to silk. Some more sexy than the others. I reached in and pulled out a deep purple silk padded bra. It felt wonderful under my fingertips. It was real silk too. I checked the label and stared at it in shock. “How did you guess my size?!” I turned around to face him, amazed he had guessed correct.

  He smiled at me. “It was an educated guess! You’re not too wide on the back, but you have a good handful cup wise so I guessed the rest! I should have thought, I've moved to fast for you. I'm sorry for embarrassing you!” He smiled.

  I shook my head. “Yeah, I'm over that now! I can't over think things with you!! You did good, it's like you've known me for months! Yet I don't know very much about you which is about to change!” I smirked and put the bra back.

  “Well, I'm happy to tell you whatever you
want to know!” He smirked lopsided.

  I closed the draw and something underneath caught my eye. A row of shoes. “Oh wow those are lush!” I knelt down and picked up a pair of gothic wedge shoes, purple metallic. “Omg I love you! These are all kinds of immense!” I sat myself down and started to untie my orange docs intending to put the new ones on. I was giddy with excitement. I loved shoes of all kinds.

  “What did you just say Evan?!” His eyes were wide.

  I frowned as I pulled off my boots flexing my toes. I'd been so carried away I couldn't even remember what I had been saying. I loved shoes, I literally had a shoe addiction.

  “You said you loved me! Admittedly your eyes were wide and you were staring at the shoes, but you still said it!” His face was animated.

  Had I said that?! I sighed, trying to remind my mind as I pulled my creepers on. “I'm really sorry if I said that, I don't remember it!” I wasn't sure what to say. I was still distracted by how the lights bounced off the surface of the shoes. “Give me a hand up, please!” I grinned up at him from the floor. He looked like a giant from where I was sitting.

  He smiled and held his hand out, I took it and pulled myself up.

  “Thank you very much for all the awesome stuff, you don't have to buy me anything though! I'm not with you for your money! I do have my own!” I wanted him to know I wasn't some gold digger. I didn't care about his money.

  “They suit you!” He smiled. “And as for me buying you them, they are gifts, but they are practical for you! I know you have left things back in America! And I know my money isn't important to you! If I thought it was I wouldn't be with you.” His eyes flashed darkly.

  I was almost three inches taller in my new shoes so I took advantage of it and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I owe you a kiss and a thank you!” I kissed his cheek, and ran small kisses along his jaw line until my lips met his.

  His lips moved with mine as his hands found my waist. The kiss became deeper and his hips moved against mine making me moan.