We arrive minutes later, and Desmond parks in his garage. He looks at me and smiles. “We’re here.” I smile back as he steps out, closing his door, then walking around to open mine. I grab my bag and take his hand, slowly stepping out of his car. Together, we walk to the front of his house. He pulls out his key, unlocks the door, and holds out his hand in welcome. “Welcome to my house, Aaliyah. I do hope you enjoy the tour especially the first floor.” He winks. I blush. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see the interior.” He keeps my hand in his as we step inside. “For the entrance foyer, I went with an ash wood coat rack, console, and chair to match the muted cream walls,” he explains. “Nice,” I say, running my fingers over the console. “This looks like a rare wooden find. I’m sure it cost an arm and a leg.” We move into the living room, adorned in white, grey, and black undertones masculine yet opulent. I sink into the sofa for a brief moment and let out a moan. “Urrggg,
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