Marble Perfume Tray Novels & Stories

His eyes twinkle, like shallow pools. "I'll be right back." A grin stays on my face as I leave the table and walk down the hall. The entire venue has three bathrooms, and Adam and I have been given the big one closest to the hall to use for ourselves. The bathroom is divine, exuding an understated French décor with a large white marble vanity as the focal point of the room. A big blue vase filled with lilies sits as a centrepiece and a wonderful aroma greets me. As I stand up from the toilet and flush, something catches my eyes.

The air was heavy with the sweet scent of perfumed oils and the gentle sound of a trickling fountain in the corner. In the center of the room, there was a massive bathtub, carved from a single block of black marble. Its edges were adorned with intricate patterns and carvings, and the surface was so smooth that it seemed to reflect my image. The bathtub was filled to the brim with steaming water, perfumed with the scent of roses and lavender. On one side of the room, there was a long row of basins, each one crafted from gleaming silver and encrusted with glittering jewels. The faucets were made from intricately carved ivory and the water that flowed from them was crystal clear and cold.

"And I want the big fridge with the internal ice machine. The one that holds forty pints of milk." "Dark green?" I ask, shaking off Ian's grip and walking over to inspect the finish. "It will look dark." "Dark marble for the worktops," Mitchell adds, nodding once. "It hides the blood when we bring the deer straight from the hunt." The salesman looks like he wants to faint, his pen scratching furiously against his pad. "We... we have that exact configuration in the warehouse. We can load it onto one of our store trucks for you to drive away today. Free of charge for a full order."

"Umm, oh, good evening. Yes, I'm.. I'm Zerina Bradford." He gave me a gentle smile. "Indeed you are. Please, do come in. You must be quite tired." He stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. I hesitated only a moment before stepping through the threshold, and the moment I did, my breath caught in my throat. I never thought the interior would look like this. It was even more stunning than the outside. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling. Massive crystals shimmered like frozen stars. The floors beneath my foot were black marble veined with gold, reflecting the light in patterns that danced as I moved. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and it would be silly of me to say— it smelled of

Even straightened the slightly crooked painting on the wall. “Just give me a minute,” I said. “Okay, ma’am. You’ve got all the time you need,” he replied, a gentle playfulness in his tone. I smiled to myself. Charming. Cheerful. Just the kind of distraction I needed right now. I reached for the cologne Marcel had gifted me—an expensive, seductive scent—and sprayed a few clouds onto my dress, a light spritz on my neck, and a little around the room. The fragrance reminded me of power. Of desire.

"I didn't say he may control everything, but what I can say, If there's someone who has a concern for this company's welfare, must he the one?" Jonas finally calmed his worries. "Okay.... I got your point. You're right, I should trust him. Maybe, I will observe the situation. When Marigold reached to her office, she was surprised to see that it's having a door now. The girl delighted and went excited while caressing the material. She sniff it while admiring it's smell. "It's smells good! What material is actually this made of?" "That's a sandalwood, so it's really fragrant."

“If the gate dimensions aren’t listed, the gate doesn’t exist.” Jemima was already walking. “On it.” We moved inside. White marble floors with delicate veining. Beautiful. Slippery. Expensive. Vulnerable. “Floor protection is mandatory,” I said. “Clear acrylic runners for the vendor path. No metal carts directly on the marble. I do not want to see a single scratch, because then your family office will send an emotional invoice the size of an island nation’s GDP.” Marie took notes. Valentina took notes. Dianna took notes.

Each with matching clutches and accessories. Then came maids holding trays of sandals and heels—crystal-studded pairs, Italian-made shoes with price tags still attached. Flats, stilettos, party shoes—all arranged on velvet trays like a queen’s collection. Next came trays of jewelry—pearl and diamond earrings, shimmering bracelets, necklaces that looked custom-made just for Roxane’s neck. A perfume tray followed—imported scents, some bottles engraved with initials. Lyka and Maxine entered next—Lyka holding a soft fur robe, Maxine carrying a full makeup kit with luxury brands. Lyka’s eyes sparkled with excitement, unable to contain her reaction.

"But I do get his office." "Fantastic," Sabrina gushes as she fidgets with the opal pendant resting at the top of her cleavage. "I love a man with a huge desk." Something tells me that's not the only thing she likes huge on her man. "What's it made of?" she asks. "Glass? Red oak?" "Mahogany." She puts a finger on her chin as her lips form a circle. "Ooh, I like it. Hard and made to last." Okay. No more of this. I've spent two minutes with her and managed not to scoff or sneeze from that perfume she seems to have bathed herself in. That should be polite enough.

Not yet. A deep breath didn’t help. Neither did the second one. But I stepped forward anyway. The doors opened automatically, of course, and I entered a marble lobby that looked like the inside of a luxurious commercial. The floors were so polished I could see my reflection; the walls adorned with minimalist art that probably cost more than my yearly rent, but didn't come close to Aria's. I'm biased, I know. The air smelled expensive, coffee, leather, and a hint of something citrusy.