She's pouting and it's fine. She can be pissy all she wants, but it's her choice. Stay in one of the rooms our boys normally use or stay down here with me.

Hearing her rustling around in the closet lets me know that she made her choice. I give her some time, and do a little work from my phone. Sitting on the love seat near the door that leads outside, I browse through emails.

After I've gotten caught up, I step into the closet and see a rainbow of colors popping in the corner that she's claimed for herself. I have a very basic look. Very fucking basic. Black shirt and jeans. That's it. Sometimes I'll switch it up and wear dark gray. This girl bought outfits in colors I've never ever seen before.

"I'd like to wash these before I wear them." She holds out two huge Victoria's Secret bags like she's embarrassed she actually wears underwear. "Only if I get to see you in them," I smile, taking a step closer.

Her face turns the color of the carrots we ate for dinner and she stumbles backward.

"Put them in that bag over there," I smirk, nodding to the white bag in the corner. "The laundry service will take care of them."

Every night for the next two weeks, she sleeps soundly in my bed. She eats dinner with me. And she starts to get a little more comfortable in her own home.

A Milli by Lil Wayne blares on the speakers near the bonfire. I sit far enough away to not be bothered by the heat. "You gonna nurse that bottle all night?" Brick chides.

I sip my Guiness and ask him if he's planning on nursing my dick.

"Nah, not my place," he winks and glances over at Silvie. She's laughing, talking to the girlfriends of two prospects.

She looks like a goddess next to mere mortals. Her chestnut hair is long, hanging past her shoulders and curling loosely at the ends. She's got on a halter crop top, showing off her belly button and low cut jeans. I have no idea how she made it down the hill in wedges, but she looks cute in them. Like a little beach bunny.

I jerk my chin toward her, motioning for her to come closer. She's been in my bed every night, but we haven't fucked. Not yet at least.

"You gonna be good while I'm gone?" I ask, hovering my lips above hers as she steps between my knees.

"Aren't I always?" she smiles.