Dane
He watched her eyes widen as he carried her into the room.
At first glance, it was a massive bathroom—his and hers sinks in front of a mirror as big as her entire bathroom wall in her apartment. There was a steam shower with two heads and encased in frosted glass. But right in the middle of the caramel-colored tile floor, was what looked like either the world's largest bath, or smallest swimming pool. On its other side was a plush alcove with a couple chaise lounges, a table and lamp, and a wine refrigerator and full bar hidden behind what looked like a cabinet for towels. He'd show her that part later.
"Dane, what is this?"
"The place I've been fantasizing about bringing you since we met," he rumbled and nipped her ear.
