she could work was next to a set of sliding glass doors that led out to a veranda. The gardens were below her suite, and she already knew she would spend plenty of mornings outside smelling the fresh air, the ocean, and the flowers.
A gorgeous private en suite with a jacuzzi tub and separate shower completed the space.
“Here’s your closet.” Hadley opened the set of French doors and disappeared into the room. Raya followed her inside and paused. There were plenty of clothes, but it was the rows of lingerie that caught her attention. Her breath caught in her throat at all the fancy, lacy undergarments that were right up her alley. She loved sexy wear, and had plenty of her own at home, but she didn’t have it in her to bring her own. All of what she collected was for Brandon’s eyes only.
It looked like she wouldn’t need it anyway.
“Wow,” she whispered, turning around in a circle. It was a lot to take in. She’d owned a ton of clothes, but nothing to the level of what Hadley was providing her. The closet was the size of her old apartment in college. There were rows and rows of clothes, shoes, and accessories. “All of this is for me?”
Smirking, Hadley sauntered over to Raya and stopped in front of her, her gaze traveling the length of Raya’s body. Raya had to fight not to squirm under the woman’s heated stare.
“The lingerie will be your uniform when I call for you. That is what you are to wear in this house. Outside, or when we are out in public, you may wear clothing.”
Raya nodded, her gaze landing on a door Hadley hadn’t opened yet.
“Where does that lead?” she asked, pointing to it.
“My bedroom.” Hadley smiled and closed the space between them. Reaching up, she trailed a finger along Raya’s cheek. “We’ll have fun together, my dear. I’ve thought of your body many, many times. You are such a beautiful woman. I shall take great pleasure in exploring you.” Her finger arrived at Raya’s lips.
Raya couldn’t believe how her body trembled. It was as if she were under a spell.
Hadley’s spell.
Her core clenched as Hadley slid her finger along Raya’s bottom lip.
They parted ever so slightly.
“But not tonight.” Dropping her hand to her side, Hadley stepped back, her infamous smirk back. The woman knew how she affected Raya, and from the glint in her eyes, she planned to have fun with it. “Unpack and settle in. We have plenty of time to get acquainted.”
Chapter Three
Raya turned over in her plush bed, a deep breath escaping her as she stretched her legs and arms.
She’d slept surprisingly well.
At the delicious aroma of coffee teasing her nose, she opened her eyes to find a white porcelain mug sitting on the nightstand, the steam drifting into the air. She sat up, but didn't see anyone in the room.
Leaning back against her pillow, she brushed her long tresses away from her face and looked back to the nightstand, seeing a letter lying just next to the mug.
Nervous, she stared at it.
What would it say?
Raya grabbed the envelope and held it in her hand, the soft paper thick and expensive, smelling of lilac. On the front was her name, scrawled in bold lettering.
Opening it, she pulled the note out.
My Dearest Raya,
I've been called away for an important meeting. Enjoy the house, explore, and you'll have a treat for breakfast. Remember your uniform, and I'll see you at dinner.
Yours,
Hadley
She didn't know what to think of the letter. My dearest Raya? Yours, Hadley? What the hell did that mean?
She breathed in the scent of the perfume, finding it pleasing. Yawning, Raya stood from the bed and snagged the coffee, taking a small sip. It had been made just to her liking.
Whoever brought it was apparently psychic.
Coffee in hand, she walked over to the double doors that led out to the veranda and stepped out and onto the cold concrete porch. The sky was beautiful, bright, and free of clouds.
Raya leaned against the railing, looking out over the immaculate grounds and beyond to the cliff that led to the ocean.
The beautiful backdrop was inspiring. The writer in her was thinking of tales she could weave about a murder committed in a mansion. The cliff, the ocean, and the remote area would be the perfect setting for a new novel.
With a sigh, Raya tipped back her cup and finished off her coffee. It was good, but her stomach was now demanding