Chapter 555
Jeffery brought Karen back to his ce instead of hitting up a hotel. He always thought hotels were
more like hookup joints, and that just wasn''t the vibe he was aiming for with Karen.
Standing at the front door of his townhouse, Karen peered inside, then spun around to fix Jeffery
with a questioning stare.
"Why''d you bring me here?"
She half-expected them to make a beeline for a hotel or something.
But here they were, smack in the middle of Eldorria City''s swanky suburbia. If she wasn''t mistaken,
this chic townhouse was Jeffery''s own pad.
"You''re not expecting... you know?" she quizzed him, leaving Jeffery momentarily at a loss for
words.
With a press of his fingerprint, the door unlocked and he gestured inside, "Come on in."
Hesitant, Karen finally stepped through the door into a dwelling that oozed luxury and was strikingly
simr to a fancy hotel lobby. Polished marble sculpted into high-end decor, furniture that screamed
''I cost a fortune,'' and a chandelier so massive that its crystals dazzled the eyes.
The ce was every bit the peacock nest that fit a man like Jeffery.
Karen deduced in a matter of seconds that the guy must''ve brought home his fair share ofpany.
It was a perfect way to unt wealth and make any woman think that if she yed her cards right,
she could snag a permanent spot in this haven, without the need for impersonal hotel rooms. After
all, a home came with all the bells and whistles and thefort of familiarity.
"Come in," Jeffery urged, noticing she was still hovering near the entrance. He approached and
presented her with a pair of fresh Chanel slippers.
Even if Karen wasn''t rolling in dough, she knew the brand.
"No thanks, I''ll go barefoot," she declined, feeling unworthy of the extravagantly priced footwear.
"They''re brand new. My mom bought them but never wore them," Jeffery exined as he sensed
her hesitation. His narrow eyes crinkled with a smile, "Rx, you''re the first girl I''ve ever brought
here."
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Karen rolled her eyes without thinking twice.
"How many times have you said that line?"
"What line?"
"''You''re the first girl I''ve brought here,''" she mimicked, shrugging. "Bet you''ve told every girl that,
haven''t you?"
Jeffery''s face knotted up in frustration, "This is my home! Why would I just bring any girl here? My
folks swing by from time to time!"
His rendezvous with women were always elsewhere, definitely confined to the anonymity of hotel
rooms.
"Ha, and yet here I am," she retorted.
"I—"
"Whatever, it''s none of my business," Karen waved her hand dismissively. She had been tired of his
excuses. "Which room?" she asked directly.
Karen looked at him with increasing impatience, "Say it, Mr. Turner, I''m really in a hurry! My parents
are supposed to call meter!"
"Straight ahead to my bedroom."
Jeffery was worn out by her. As she walked towards the bedroom barefoot, Jeffery sighed and
picked up the Chanel slippers, trailing behind her.
After a night cooped up in the car, and the long haul from Swevia Country without a wink of rest, he
was genuinely exhausted.
As Karen swung open the door, to her surprise, Jeffery''s bedroomcked the opulence of the rest of
the house. It was definitely a guy''s room, with a simple palette of cks, whites, and grays.
She nced at the bathroom sink and noticed just one toothbrush. Just one. And one set of towels.
It seemed to confirm that, at least for now, he didn''t have a long-term bedfellow.
Without another word, Karen started to undress. She was eager to get this over with.
But as she slipped off her jacket and reached for her blouse, Jeffery stood up and reached out to
stop her.
"You''re in that much of a hurry to leave?" he asked.
"Of course! What, am I supposed to settle in and start a romantic life with you?" she fired back with
a hint of sarcasm.