The man I was left with frowned at the closing door, then at me. “Are you still here? Why don’t you crawl back to your Mommy and rich Grandparents and leave me the hell alone?!”
“Nope! Not until you tell me the truth!” I said in a cute but threatening manner and before that could sink into his brain I asked, “So who was the old hottie with the chest hair that tried to suck your tongue out of your head?”
Receiving a look that said I’d crossed a line, I smiled, pleased with myself and then walked over toward the sitting area which was positioned before a very nice, albeit unusual, fireplace. Why was the fireplace unusual? Because it wasn’t the normal square box that you always see, but instead it was about five feet long and only about two foot tall, filled with shiny black stones and incased in glass.