The Christmas Proposal - Miley Maine Page 0,25
started up the car. “I know that our pace is a lot for someone who’s not used to it. Frankly, I would like to rest a little myself after the trip.”
I shook my head. “No, I’ll come along. What kind of an intern would I be if I didn’t?”
“You make a good point. Do you want to set an alarm? Or should I wake you up tomorrow morning?”
“Can you wake me up? I’m not very good with alarms.” When I bother to set them that is.
“I certainly can. How much time do you need to get ready?”
I considered it. I shouldn’t need that much time, but I would rather have extra than not enough, especially if I planned to shower or do any sort of makeup. I wasn’t even sure what I should wear for my first real day. “An hour?” I guessed. That sounded right.
“Okay, I’ll get you up an hour before we have to leave then. I figure we can have breakfast at the office; I can send Ryan down to this cute little bakery right down the street.”
“That sounds lovely.”
“I’m glad it does; I want to make sure you enjoy yourself.”
The car descended back into silence, Grayson concentrating on the road and me looking out the window, taking in all the LA scenery as it passed us by. It wasn’t that long before we came to Grayson’s neighborhood. Beautiful, expensive houses towered around us, with yards full of green grass and warm lights emanating from within. Grayson parked in his garage and then helped me inside.
His house felt cozy and clean. Everything was a nice cream color or some compliment to that. Our luggage was already waiting for us in the living room, and Grayson picked mine up and helped me to the guest room where I would be staying while I just looked around, taking it all in.
“Does this one work for you?” he asked, showing me to a sizable suite.
“This is lovely,” I said, taking everything in. He set my suitcases down and I began rummaging through them for my pajamas. I looked back up at him then. “Where is your room?” I asked.
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
He took me on a little tour of the house first, showing me where all the bathrooms were, the kitchen, the pantry, the dining room, the entertainment room, and all of the other guest rooms; Sebastian had his own designated for him. Then he took me to the master suite where he was located.
His room was decorated in the same cream color as the rest of the house, but this time with modern black accents. Everything felt very clean and not necessarily too lived in. But it smelled like him, and that made me feel more comfortable than anything else.
I wanted to ask him if I could sleep with him instead of in my own bed, but I didn’t know if that would be overstepping his boundaries. We hadn’t very clearly defined the parameters of our relationship yet, so I didn’t know what was and wasn’t appropriate, or what he might even like or want, so I didn’t ask, because I feared his response and didn’t want to rock the boat.
Grayson showed me back to my room and gave me a quick goodnight kiss before retiring to his own room. And then I was all alone. I sighed, digging through my suitcases until I located my pajamas and threw them on. Then I went to the adjoining bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I wondered if I would even have the energy to unpack my things or if I should just leave it to the next day. Will I have the energy then? After all, he’d definitely assign some real work for me to do.
But hopefully I would, because I didn’t intend to live out of my suitcases for the next couple of weeks. That would just make me feel uncomfortable.
I left the unpacking for tomorrow, turned off the light, and crawled into the bed, praying for restful sleep.
My prayers were not answered. In my dreams, there was fear and looming shapes that I couldn’t quite remember or recognize. They tormented me, making me toss and turn and then wake up gasping for air, drenched in sweat. They weren’t dreams that I’d had, but nightmares. I had struggled with them before, but it had been a few weeks since I’d last been plagued by them. But apparently they were now back, probably because I