Chapter 18

Mr Ortiz shows us the gym, the wine cellar and a office, perfect for Ace, as a home office. We walk up the grand staircase and are shown into the master bedroom. The room is full of stunning Victorian furnishings. I run my fingers along the hand-carved mahogany dresser and stare intently at the intricate details. I follow Ace into the walk-in wardrobe, almost as big as the bedroom, and then into the adjoining bathroom that has his and hers basins. I admire all the marble and the gold trimmings, the gold taps, faucets and handles.

The shower is massive; I could easily lie on the floor and spread out, and still have plenty of room. I laugh at the thought.

‘I hope you’re not imagining us in that shower together already?’ Ace says, with a mischievous look on his face.

‘Get your mind out of the gutter. FYI, I actually wasn’t imagining us in there. I was imagining something else.’ I giggle.

‘Sure, you were,’ he says, not believing me.

As we leave the room, Ace halts and laughs.

‘What is it?